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Hetero Male Dominant, 74, Canberra, Australia 

Mature. Independent. Private. Safe, sane, consensual, some experience both on line and face-to-face. I have my own place and can host, possibly interested in part or full time domestic slave.

I will always respect your wishes and limits, and treat you like a lady in day-to-day life. In intimate privacy, rules, roles and limits are agreed and observed. Its important that the level of interaction be agreed and understood as a basic thing. Then what happens in scenes and play follows naturally.

Looking for a mature fem sub with whom I can connect and relate to as a person, and beyond that, who wants to explore bondage, spynking, breast play, teasing, obedience play, and control. Overall I prefer middle aged or mature busty females, but am happy to chat with anyone.

Definitely no heavy SM, no drugs, kids, animals, drawing blood. No taboo type activity. Always happy to communicate by email and IM chat, and see where things lead to.

Lately I have become more interested in other practices, such as obedient domestic servitude, interacting with m-f both-sub couples, and hucow pony.



Lately I've had some experience on line, helping women who want to explore bondage for their men, including cock teasing, edge and denial.  I'd be happy to chat to any woman who wants to explore this, as I believe I can provide some useful ideas, insights and suggestions for both the psychology of such scenes, and the techniques involved

I'd love to hear some ladies' responses, all the best

ACTSolo



I chat with so many lively women on this site whose husbands are neglecting them.  The women want some sort of sexy intensity in their lives, even if it is through such things as bondage, submission, sexy teases and tortures.  Yet in many cases they cant express this to the men who should be taking care of them.  All a bit strange, and the feeling of opportunities going to waste.



New pics of a California girl, who likes exposure and the humiliation it brings, added on 8 - 9 Dec for a couple of hours, to her embarrassment

There is now 1 pic of the California girl on my profile (the last one).  She loves men viewing her and commenting.  Please tell me what you think of her

All pics of California girl now removed.  Please contact me if you want to know more about her, or the UK girl mentioned earlier

The pics referred to in my previous entry have now been removed.  Contact me if you are interested in knowing more

Lately I have been chatting with a young girl in the UK who needs the humiliation which comes from exposure and being ogled, especially by older men.  I've added some pics of her to this profile, to help her in this.  Comments especially from older men, on the pics, are welcome, I will pass them on to her.  The pics will only be here for 24 hours or so.
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A slave define destiny ; A slave surrenders all its human rights and civil liberties and indeed it has no real need of them. The slave is after all just a mere nonentity that is the owned property of its lawful owner. A slave is not its owners spouse, lover, friend, associate, colleague; it is its owners owned property...period. The slave cannot say what it pleases, do what it pleases or go where it pleases. It can only do what it is told and go where it is told.  Being a slave is by no means an easy option in life. A slave must have plentiful labor to keep it busy during the day so it’s never really idle.  Some owners require it to endure painful suffering in order to alleviate their own stressful anxieties and/or to enhance their three dimensional cathartic euphoria and improve and maintain their general well being. Even when safety is ensured it is no easy task for the slave to endure.  it has been the custom and tradition for a slave to be kept completely in various types of restraint to restrict but not prevent movement. Such restraints have varied but included shackles, locked or soldered collars, locked chastity restraints. These have served a purpose of demonstrating to the slave and to others that it is property that owns and has access to nothing of its own and that it is completely owned and under the absolute power of its designated owner. It also additionally served to reinforce the slavery through humiliation, degradation and subjugation.    When it comes to clothing there is little room for compromise. Clothing for a slave is a privilege and slaves clothing is chosen for them, they embrace the Masters desires plain and simple . Failure to adopt this simple rule will give the slave ideas above his station.    A slave belongs to its owner and is on the periphery of its owner’s life, not at the center of the owner’s life. It places a servile and support function role only. Its conduct in slavery must…
Alaska is a beautiful Lady, she is a deadly bitch and She will kill you in a heartbeat.   If you don't understand what I'm going to say about Alaska, ask and I will explain.        What I'm looking for is life long commitment .      What I expect. you will respond to My voice.  you will let my voice control your mind. I will plant my words to trigger you.   My triggers will cause your body to react as conditioned.   I'm not hard core abusive but you will walk a fine line of constant excitement. Open your mind to me and I WILL put your pussy outside your body.    It's so tempting maintaining control. Giving your will to another is scary. Planting myself in your mind and triggering you where and when I want, such a rewarding experience. You'll slowly surrender to my voice. You never know when you're going to submit. When the proverbial rug of sanity will disappear under your foot, just it will happen.    My voice is stronger than you desire to disobey. When I speak, you wait expecting.  Your body will tremble.       Weather is getting cold here in Alaska.  Almost time for subbies and slaves taken to the Mountains.    Have your body stripped of warm clothing. Its so enjoyable to watch your face as your warm pussy is placed on a large rock at 40 below.      Should I bring some ice cubes to help the spreading of cold slowly clawing its way into your pussy.    Alaskan winters offer so much enjoyment.  I hope to enjoy this winter, how about you?    These are serious things to think about.  I'm telling you now what your end results with me look like. Can you handle knowing what you will look like when I finish playing with your mind      Can you live in that terror. Always expecting. Do I terrify you. Are you willing to give it …
Sexual ownership and use is a crucial part of what I look for and what I need. I know some look down on that, but I have my reasons. I am searching and seeking and hoping to find something I had a long time ago, a complete sense of ownership and sexual use with no say in how or when or why I was used. It was very, very sexual and I was completely at the whim of a stronger person who could take or do anything to me at any time. They did not take certain liberties, but they could have and they made sure I was very well aware of their power over me. Because that experience was the very thing that unlocked the door of servitude for me, sexuality and sex is a very crucial part  of what I need. I am not talking about my own gratification. If someone so chose, they could provide that, but that would totally be up to them. I am talking about their use of me...however THEY choose...to make THEM happy. When they are done, they can put me back in the closet, in a cage or where ever they choose. Female or male, black, white, hispanic, oriental...matters not to me as much as the opportunity to be used as an outlet for their sexual frustrations, pleasure, whatever they choose. Ask me about the experience and I will tell all about it. When I am contacted by a straight male dom, I'm never quite sure if I'm what they're looking for and often I am not. More often than not they're looking for "worker slaves" and while I am open to that and no stranger to working hard, it would not fulfill me as a slave to simply have that ect explored. Sound odd? It probably does....but my early, early experience left its mark on me forever.
Imagine a wedding chapel and the room is filled with men and women we know. You're wearing a handsome Groom suit or wedding dress Then the doors open and you see me. Im in a see through sissy slutty bride outfit with a veil over my face. You can clearly see my fresh nipples are clamped with tiny bells or weights.     Im wearing a see through skirt with my dick locked up in a chastity cage or a cock ring leash. In my pussy is a white dildo to match my attire as I try to walk down the lane to you.   Once we meet you take off my veil to see my dressed up face.    The pastor asks you if I am taken as your slutty sissy and will torture and pleasure me until you no longer desire me.    The pastor then asks me is I the bride will promise to pleasure my master and be his sissy doll and slut until I am no longer usable and I say I do.   Once its done we exchange rings. You uncage me and put it on my small cock. While I put your ring in my mouth and use my skills to put it on your cock.    The pastor then announces is master and slut. Then says the slut may now suck his masters cock. I then suck it until you pop in my mouth and I swallow it in pleasure.   You then take me by force, remove the dildo from my pussy and fuck my pussy in front of everyone as they watch it pleasure.   You then let out a big one in my pussy for everyone to see and I open my pussy with your special sauce dripping out as everyone takes photos and I suck your cock in pleasure.   During the reception we dance, eat, drink, engage in sensual games, and you even let the other guests have their way with me if they desire.   Then it ends with the 🎂, but its me with whip cream on all my parts. All the men and ladies take out their cocks and spray me with their cream to help me look better as you enjoy seeing me like this.    Then we end with a group photo with me holding up 2 peace ✌️…
  PSA FOR YOU TEXT-WARRIOR, NO-ACTION “SUBS” Let’s make this real clear ‘cause some of y’all slow: this ain’t no slap-n-tickle daycare, and I ain’t your lil fantasy pen-pal. I see way too many of you running your mouth about “devotion” and “service,” but your actions stay ghost like rent day. Y’all been out here trained by hobby dommes handing out fake titles like raffle tickets! Oh congrats, you learned how to kneel for selfies and type “yes, mistress” with your thumbs. Cute. But let me remind you...I am NOT the one to play them baby games with. Let’s cut the bullshit: If your “service” starts with your nut in mind, you already disqualified. If your follow-through weaker than your WiFi signal...don’t step to me. If all you bring is paragraphs, emojis, and zero execution. You can consider yourself pre-blocked in spirit. I don’t do needy. I don’t do text pets. I don’t do “maybe later.” You get one lane and one chance: service with backbone, obedience without your ego hangin’ out, and movement I don’t gotta chase you for. Miss that lane? Cool! Your exit is already waiting with the engine running. I don’t do reindeer games. You either show up in discipline, readiness, and action, or you get shown the exit with extreme swiftness and silence.   This is not a cuddle corner for your kink curiosity. This is service with spine, obedience with precision, and presence without ego. If that sounds like too much for you, good! Go stay in the shallow end where the slap-n-tickle Dominants will praise you for a "Yes, Mistress."   This ain’t Fetlife cosplay. This is Pegstress territory! If that’s too grown for you, go back to the hobby dommes who clap for you just for showing up breathing. I’m not arguing with no sub who can’t execute. I don’t rep…
Exploring New York: The Subtle Pursuit Over the next few days in New York, Nathan and I hung out whenever we had time. We went to some of his favorite spots in the city—bars, cozy restaurants, quiet cafés—and the whole time, the chemistry between us simmered just below the surface. He’d continue with his teasing comments about me being the type of man who liked to be “taken care of,” always making it sound like a compliment, but always with that edge. One night, after a particularly fun evening out, we were walking back to my hotel when Nathan suddenly stopped me. He turned to face me, his expression serious for a moment, as if he was deciding whether or not to say something. "You know," he said softly, "I’ve been thinking about you... about how you don’t just talk like the other guys. You don’t try to force that alpha attitude. You just... are." I didn’t say anything, unsure how to respond. Part of me wanted to say I wasn’t that way. But another part of me—the one he was touching, the part he could see—knew exactly what he meant. "You like it, don’t you?" Nathan asked, his voice barely audible. "The idea of someone else being in control. You needthat. You crave it." His words were like a spark, setting off a chain reaction inside me. I had always been drawn to the idea of surrendering control, of letting go. But hearing him say it so bluntly, so confidently, made me feel exposed. Still, I didn’t pull away. In fact, I felt something stir within me—a deep, unspoken hunger.    
  My story  Where to start ? I like many Tgs, I started at a very young age , i was treated different , family members dressed me in effeminate clothes,  and taught me domestic skills , sewing cooking,  cleaning , serving food and beverage to others. Already trained as a feminine physical submisive by the time I was 6 . I had my first encounter with 2 sisters that lived across the street.  We were playing in their back yard , and they had me get  in a big cardboard box.. Where I grew up backyards were very large and acre or 2 so a backyard seemed immense, and you could be isolated yet still be in the yard . Amy way  they started telling me a story about giant would challange their pray , before they devoured it. As they told the story , they had me strip , to show the spiders I would follow the orders , soon I was in a box naked with the girls holding my clothes . My last test to prove to the spider I should not be devoured would be to stay in the box until they returned . I stayed in the box the rest of the day until it got dark . Then the oldest sister came out and dropped my clothes in the box and told me I could go and one day would make someone very happy. I got dressed and hurried home as fast as I could , but i had missed dinner and it was dark , two rules icouldn't break.  I walked into the house to the waiting belt of my father and the screams and swats of my mother for being late . Though the pain was intense I was used to it , to me this is how parents showed theoir love.  And unknown to me at the time  was about to come next in the new house . Sometimes  I still wonder what happened to the sisters  they moved a few weeks later , and my family  moved a  months later.  
I am often struck with how little some folks understand the differences in styles and tastes.  I mean no one any disrespect and I firmly believe in the concept "to each his own."  Nevertheless.... M/s (Master/slave) and D/s (Dominant/submissive) are DIFFERENT things.  I'll not claim that one is inherently better than the other, because that would be foolish.  But, each person has their own desires and they should be fulfilled without "settling" for something that is truly inadequate to their own needs. Personally, I am into M/s because I view it as a lifestyle choice that interweaves kink into virtually every non-public portion of my life.  I find that folks into D/s are focused on scene-based role playing of dominance and submissiveness.   When I train slaves, either for myself or on behalf of other Masters, it is all about full immersion and truly getting into the right headspace--and staying there.  If someone just likes to follow orders from time to time in a sexual context, that's not really for me.  I desire slaves who truly crave service and TPE. Again, I respect everyone's right to seek what they desire and if we do not agree--so be it.  But, for those men who crave the same things as I do--let's talk. For formality's sake, I hereby grant potential slave candidates permission to address me and explain what makes them appealing. NOTE: I live on a ranch in the middle of nowhere, so any experience as a ranch hand or familiarity with horses will be helpful.  That, or the willingness to learn.
  The Correction of Slave L Slave L was brought to me by her Master N to be disciplined. As occasionally happens, Master N had fallen in love with slave L and could no longer bring himself to give her the discipline she needs. Slave L had developed a habit of talking back and arguing with Master N and often would not use the proper form of address when speaking to him. We spent a few minutes outlining the sort of discipline that I would be giving slave L and even then she kept interrupting and injecting her opinions. When N was ready to leave, I handcuffed L's hands behind her back, gagged her, put a hood over her head and locked a steel collar around her neck I fastened a chain to the collar and then pulled her down and padlocked the chain to a bolt in the floor while I left to prepare. When I returned I unlocked the chain, pulled her to her feet and led her off to my dungeon. I removed the handcuffs and then fastened thick leather cuffs to each wrist. These in turn were fastened to two suspension points in the ceiling. Next I spread her legs wide and chained them to bolts in the floor. I carefully tightened all the restraints until her body was in a taut X shape. I pulled the hood off and showed her my razor sharp knife. "Be very still", I told her, as I began cutting her clothes off. When she was down to bra and panties, I ran the knife up her stomach and under the center of her bra.  With a quick flick, I sliced the center of the bra and her large, firm tits were revealed. I cut the rest of the straps and the bra fell to the floor. Her panties soon followed although I noticed that they were soaking wet. I removed the gag and selected a thick, carved leather lash. Her eyes grew wide and followed me as I stepped behind her. "Count each stroke." I ordered and then delivered the first strike. Her body arched and she cried out at the sudden pain. After a time she whispered, "One". I applied the next strokes slowly to allow her to fully exper…
Master's WritingsFoundations: Commanding vs LeadingI came across a Dominant who appeared to miss understand the difference between leading and commanding. A thing seen too often in the lifestyle, where these two terms become red into one, yet for Dominants they should be viewed as quite different.Command is a singular act at a specific moment in time. A direction given to another to do something and when that thing is done, the moment is over. There is no longevity, no lingering emotion or sense of something larger. Command exists to accomplish a specific thing at a specific moment - nothing more.Leading, on the other hand, is a process that cannot be accomplished in a single moment in time. It is more about a direction than a specific action and as such requires vision of the goal as well as awareness of the individual. It involves motivating, developing and inspiring people into action. Leading requires both the skill to communicate and the presence of a leader to identify the goal and describe the path how to get there.When command and leading become interchangeable, they typically devolve into commands strung together and submissives running to accomplish tasks, under the pretense of leading. Even though sometimes these tasks have legitimate value in the development of a submissive, in the larger scope, they miss the mark because what gets communicated to the submissive typically lacks the values, principles, and/or underlying lessons that connect the submissive to the dominant or to the lessons to be learned.So is one better than another? They are the equivalent of a scene compared to a dynamic. Commands are adequate for a single scene, yet commands will never provide the foundation for a power-imbalanced dynamic. For this, Dominants must lead and lead with vision of what they intend to create, clarity of roles, a sense of purpose about why even the little things matter and the commitment to live path they set forth, committing to the same level of quality they…
A Submissive Visitor I had a visit from a distant sub who added a couple of days and a slight detour to a business trip.  He had sucked cock a few times in the past, but primarily had served Dommes, but said he was compelled to get trained to do it well.  He had practiced deep throat as instructed in my Journal.  He had a hotel room close to my home.  We had three sessions during his two day visit.  Our Agreement included light to moderate pain and verbal humiliation.  No watersports, bruising, rimming, or third parties were his additions to my limit list. When we met in his room the first time, he was very nervous.  I confirmed that he had re-read our Agreement, and was ready to submit to me within those boundaries.  He was looking down and quietly said "Yes, Sir".  I dropped my pants, stood in front of him, told him to get on his knees and look at my cock.  I then asked him again if he wanted to proceed with the session.  If he said yes, then I was in full control of him until I left.  He quietly agreed again.  I grabbed him by the hair, tilted his head up, looked him in the eyes, and said "ARE YOU SURE, BITCH BOI, BECAUSE I'M HAVING TROUBLE HEARING YOU!"   He said "Yes, Sir" in a stronger voice.   "Good"  I quickly got naked and stood in front of him again.   I guided him to kiss, lick, and suck my cock.  He was hesitant and struggling, so I stopped and began to give very specific commands.  "Lick the underside of my cock", "Fondle my balls", "Suck on the head", "slide your mouth slowly up and down".  After about 10 minutes of constant instruction, he began to get comfortable.  I asked him if he liked sucking my cock, and he nodded enthusiastically, keeping my cock in his mouth.  I told him that he was a cocksucking faggot now.  I moved onto the bed, and had him suck my cock so that I could swat his ass with my belt.&nbs…
A special woman is about to come home from work,her property is at home waiting for his owner to return. He immediately strips and puts his leash on to greet her when she gets home.She tells him to have their special chair available and to be under it when she enters. He immediatley lies under the chair and waits..he hears the key in the door and finds himself aroused.She enters and looks down at his face beneath the chair and smiles. She gets herself undressed and places her property's arms into the handcuffs attached to the chair.Thats more liek it she says.The phone rings and she answers it and casualy speaks to her girlfriend as she looks down at her property's face.She hands up and says she has a long movie to watch and goes and gets herself a glass of wine.I had a tough day at work she says and it is time to relax.She lowers her pants and her panties and looks down and slowly lowers her fragrant pussy and asshole directly over its face. he is overwhelmed by the aroma and she notices its cock get hard and appreciates it.He licks her pussy and smells her asshole as she begins her viewing.She sips her wine as her property worships her pussy and asshole.About an hour into the movie she has an urge to pee and gets up briefly to go get a funnel she has in the other room. She smiles as she kneels down to place it in her property's mouth and once again sits down over the funnel in its mouth. She restarts the movie and gets another phone call...she answers it and casually speaks to her girlfriends as she begins to pee into the funnel and hear her property drink down her nectar.He drinks every last drop as he has been trained to do knowing that if he should miss even a drop her punishment will be brutal. Last week a few drops trickled out of the funnel and she whipped his cock and balls like never before.She told him he is now a toilet, her toilet. It repled thank you for the privilege knowing next time full service toilet service might be required. Her property will be…
She would probably have bent over the padded bench if he had told her too, but he had lifted her easily and firmly pushed her over it. If asked she would have reached forward and held the legs before he had secured her wrists to them. Likewise she might have spread her feet wide, but there was no choice given at all, and she was helpless. She would not have tied her hair in a ponytail but she was in no position to resist, or to stop him tightening the strap over her lower back that forced so wanton a display of her buttocks. He had bared her nipples by removing her bra with a knife. She was denied the modesty of her skirt when he tucked it up in the waistband. The tie sided panties were soon pressed into her mouth which he had been made it available by attaching her hair to the waist strap, forcing her head back so affording her only a forward view.  She was now displayed, securely bound and completely available. A familiar sound made her wonder if his intention was to use or discipline her.  He had a crop in a Velcro sealed case, it wasn’t often she regretted her music playing however it concealed enough of the sound to make her unsure, was it the crop case opening, or was it his trouser zip?   She involuntarily clenched her buttocks, this served to pucker her anus, almost inviting him to use her there. – she suddenly wondered if could serve to distract him?.. Then wondered again if he actually intended to beat her? Moments prior to her restraint he had demanded her tongue, ‘Good girl ‘he had murmured into her mouth before his hand descended and found her becoming aroused. She heard his step on the wooden floor; her curiosity would soon be resolved.
So, it's kinda ridiculous to try to update the simplest things, so I'm going to make a few notes here. I don't have everything checked that I'm looking for, or open to. If you are a human with a desire to dominate, or to have a sister sub/slave for your dominant, then I'm interested in hearing from you. If you have a kink or taboo, chances are that I'm willing to try it. Some exclusions apply, but I might be convinced anyway, with a lot of effort and trust. I apologize if it sounds like I have no standards, as that is not true, however I find it hard to put into words exactly what those are. It's much easier to chat and just know if it feels right or not. I'm currently caretaking for my mother, so I would need time to make arrangements before relocating. I'm still fighting for SSDI, so I have no means of my own. I'm not looking to leech or scam off of anyone, I'm serious about living the lifestyle with the right person(s). I just want to be upfront with my ability to go places or equip myself. As of December of 2023, I will have been off of HRT for 2 years, which has been hard both physically and mentally. I went through a pretty rough patch while my mom was in the hospital for 2 months, and I put some weight back on. I want to get to under 180 lbs at minimum, so I have 90-100 lbs to lose to get there. Once I'm there, hopefully I can still lose some more weight and get a more dainty figure. And yes, I plan to get back on HRT and continue transitioning, it's just really difficult right now. Doesn't help that my PCP has been questioning my transgender identity due to me not finding some way to get back on HRT without an income, even though Medicaid here keeps getting more restrictive about covering anything that might be considered trans care.
this came to me last night as they do....the multi level.   first level is the lyrics: "Touch, touch I remember touch Touch, touch I remember touch Where do I belong? Touch, I need something more I remember touch I need something more in my mind Touch, I remember touch Pictures came with touch A painter in my mind Tell me what you see A tourist in a dream A visitor, it seems A half-forgotten song Where do I belong? Tell me what you see I need something more Kiss, suddenly alive Happiness arrive Hunger like a storm How do I begin? A room within a room A door behind a door Touch, where do you lead? I need something more Tell me what you see I need something more Home, hold on If love is the answer You're home, hold on If love is the answer You're home, hold on If love is the answer You're home, hold on If love is the answer You're home, hold on If love is the answer You're home, hold on If love is the answer You're home, hold on If love is the answer You're home, hold on If love is the answer, you're You're home, hold on If love is the answer You're home, hold on If love is the answer You're home, hold on If love is the answer You're home, hold on If love is the answer You're home, hold on If love is the answer You're home, hold on If love is the answer You're home, hold on If love is the answer You're home, hold on If love is the answer, you're Touch, sweet touch You've given me too much to feel Sweet touch You've almost convinced me I'm real I need something more I need something more"   love of a 5d radical detachment spiderweb synchronistic beyond the physical vibe ting.   then we go to the actual song for the layer, pauls intonation and the cloudy vibes emphasize...   TO---UU-CCHHH.   TOUCH!   A YEEEEEEEE   re MEM bah TOUCH!   the key is in how he says it...you could simply speak, touch. i. re.mem.ber. touch. but he choses how to speak it in a…
Do not lie to us!  If you lie you may get away with it for a short while but you will doom the relationship to fail in the long run.  If we get to the point where we accept someone to serve us you will give us all contact information like your real name, address, and phone number and we will communicate by phone and sometimes on video and we will work toward getting on a plane for real life visits.  If you can not do this, or if you dont want to do this, then do not write me and tell me that you want to serve.  I am tired of people telling me that they want to sweep our floor but they don't feel comfortable telling me their name!  Get real. Miss Michelle will train you in how to think and how to serve.  It does not start out sexual at all.  It will be like school.  You will take notes and be tested.  But before we start that process you will provide the same kind of identifying information you would need to provide to a school about who you are.  It is not the first thing we ask, but we will ask for it eventually so don't start out telling lies. We can accept MANY things about you from your past.  When I say we accept them it means that we accept that you have these things in your past.  It does not mean that you will be able to continue those things.  But if you have made mistakes you can tell us, and we will decide how you should proceed from this point.  If you can be submitted and committed, then you can succeed.  If you want to say how things should be or how they will progess then you will fail. Do you still want to serve? If you do want to serve be sure to show me that you have read this journal article by summarizing it in your letter to me.  
Pavlov’s Dog Part 3 I look at your beautiful womanhood before me. “I haven’t finished pet, you’re only half way.” I reach into the attaché case again. Withdrawing a small box. I open it outside of your view. I push the contents of the box inside your folds, so it sits perfectly inside your beautiful little cunt. I reach back into the attaché case and extract a little box containing some soft surgical tubing of two different diameters. Using the rag, I wipe the inside of your labia so it’s no longer slippery. I carefully insert the smaller tube into your urethral tube. It’s about four inches long, soft, and will only open as your urine is expelled, thus you won’t get an infection. You have no idea what I’m doing, but know it’s not part of something orchestrated to give you another orgasm. I put the larger diameter tube into your vagina opening. This will ensure your mensural cycle can carry on as normal. Yet, as the diameter is smaller than the torturous inside your cunt, the mystery intruder won’t be able to be removed. You still have no idea. I wipe your inner labia one more time. Then quickly drown your inner labia in the medical supa-glue. Using a large bulldog clip I clamp your cunt. “That will be a bit uncomfortable pet, it has to stay on your lovely little cunt while the glue sets.” Your breathing intensifies… I walk out and go to the kitchen to make myself a coffee. Trapped in the chair your mind is racing. In the kitchen I reach into my pocket and press the button that operates the remote control vibrator now trapped inside your cunt. You initially freak, then after you realise what I’ve done you relax. Then the vibration stops. It’s going to be a long three or four weeks…
The Reward i am kneeling before Goddess's throne, with my back straight, my shoulders back, and my head bowed, as posture protocol requires. Leather cuffs on my ankles and my thighs are connected by a short length of chain, such that i cannot lift myself up at all. A plug is in my ass, but it is not a large one. It stretches me only gently. My cock and balls are tightly bound with a long shoestring, which wraps around them in many devious ways. It bites deeply into the most sensitive parts of my body, which throb with arousal and distress. i am engorged but cannot sustain a full erection, and the parts of me which throb are a deep purple, or at least, they feel that way. She was quite flirtatious as She bound me so. She caressed me in all manners of ways. She bit and pinched me tenderly, playfully. She pressed the most tantalizing parts of Her beautiful body against mine. She calls me a good boy, and a sweet boy, and a lovely little slut. She says i've been a wonderful little plaything recently, and thinks it might be time for me to get a very special reward. She asks me if i think i deserve a reward. i reply that i hope so. How sweet, She says, and kisses me on the forehead. Next i feel a clamp attached to one of my balls, and then one just below the head of my cock. The clinking i hear makes clear that they are connected by a chain. Then the other side of my manhood is similarly adorned. I feel a different type of clamp attached to each my balls below the first pair. Then She is putting clothespins in every place on my cock and balls where there is a welcoming patch of skin. They bite deeply into my already anguished skin. i moan gently when the first clothespin is attached, and a bit more urgently as the numbers grow. i attempted to count them, but my concentration falters at 20. i feel tugging on the clamps, and hear more clinking of the chains. She orders me to arch my back and slump my shoulders down and forward. i feel a sharp upward tug on the clamps…
What Is she doing? Dear reader, I’ve been told that I can drone on about these things but for lifestylers, the minutia of it all is fun to read about.  I had a lot of things to do to set this scene up.  By this time, there were groups of people from the convention walking around and looking at all the play areas there.  There was a throne room, a cage, various crosses, spanking benches, bondage tables and the like.  It was a big play space with lots of equipment to use.  There I am, in the back, quietly setting up my scene.  I’m still in street clothes but I’m getting some attention from passersby.  I know where everything is so I’m just doing my thing and getting into the subspace.  First, I adjust the lighting.  The suspension station had this big overhead light fixture which I don’t need and so I have to turn it off.  To do this, I had to grab this very long pole device which is used to change lightbulbs in tall areas and use it to unscrew the blub so it goes out. I prefer the eerie look of a darker area because it reminds me of the scary dungeons you see in the movies.  People are watching me now, not sure about what I’m doing. Next, I roll up the Oriental rug placed underneath the chain hoist of the suspension station which exposes the bare concrete floor beneath it and place it away.  I then screw in two eyebolts into the recessed mounts in the floor and attach two pieces of chain to each eyebolt.  These will be for my ankles.  I place two large black light fixtures on either side of the area and turn them on.  Lastly, I replace the 2ft spreader bar attached to the chain hoist with a 4ft one I brought and attach two suspension cuffs to them.  Everything has been measured out and I’m just about ready.  I just had to get the management to play some Enigma on the stereo system.   By now, a group of people are standing and w…