romaines


romainlatex Male Submissive, 31, Amiens	Romain Male Dominant, 23, Barcelona/Ibiza, New York	Romainet60 Male Dominant, 23

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	About romaines i had only a little experience with bondage before i met C, and liked it a lot. i found that i loved being naked, tied up tightly, gagged, and serving as a sex toy. after meeting C, i began slave training, and this past summer i was collared and am now his 24/7 slave. he is what i was looking for: intelligent, financially well-off, and an imaginative Dom with a well equiped dungeon who successfully led me on a journey to the place where my fantasies finally met reality. i have been keeping a journal here that records my progress and life with C.

Master C flogged me last night. i never thought i would say it, but i am really liking it. it is not hurt, though it does, nor to punish me but is done to arouse me, which it does in abundance. usually, he ties me up very tightly to a post, gags me, and then starts. slowly at first, almost gently, in a slow rhythm over my body. its not long, when i relax and surrender to it, absorbed by the stinging, which i can't even say is pain. i think surrendering to it, releases me, and my body just turns on its sexual pleasure, filling me. the blend of the sting and the pleasure is sublime. gradually, Master C speeds up the flogging, and the intensity, but all it does is elevate me to another realm. i really don't know how long he does it each time. the one thing i don't like, is my body is red for a day or two after, with some marking. but when he stops, i'm exhausted, hardly conscious, and i'm in another place--i guess sub space. after he stops, he allows me to such him which is such a job to do. i love his cock in my mouth, while i kiss it, rub and stroke it with my tonge, feeling it with my lips. my senses are so heightened by the flogging that his cock feels so new each time. it is as if i never sucked it before. and when he cums, the cum has an intense taste and the warmth is so comforting. it is in me, Master C is in me. when i shower the next day, as i did this morning, the stinging comes back and it is a reminder of my Master. i will probably still sting tomorrow, but it should be gone by wednesday. my Master will be home soon, and i missed him terribly today.

i had a wonderful thanksgiving. Master C took me to a friends house, who is in the life style, for dinner. it was a small crowd. i was happy to see Mistress MB was there with her slave in training jb. one of C's doctor friends was there with his slave in training, w, and another Domme was there. she is a professional, and brought one of her customers, who i guess paid to spend the day with her and us. that guy didn't quite fit in. he really wasn't in the life style, full time, he was a little bit older than me and the other two, and he was kind of paunchy. jb is much more fit. but he was congenial. the other slaves and i prepared dinner, set the table, and unlike other dinners i've gone to, we sat with our Masters and Mistresses. of course we were naked and shackled, but we had a lot of movement. i was happy when we went around the table and said what we were thankful for, that one of the things C said was that he was thankful that i was his slave. when it was my turn, the two things i said was how happy and thankful i was being Master C's slave and that i could spend the day with such wonderful people. one of the nice people is jb. when we were briefly alone, i asked him how his training was going, and he said very well. he said he is now spending four days a week at his Mistress's house, and she said she hope to have spend all 7 days by the beginning of the new year. i told jb how cute he looked in his chastity belt. i asked how it felt, and he said it took a little getting use to but its ok now. he then said it keeps him from masterbating when he thinks of me. i think i blushed when he said that. i didn't want to tell him that he was making me wet. knowing him i think has really intesified my sex with C. on friday when i was sucking C, i felt and fantasized i was sucking jb. i really enjoyed it, and when C entered me, i closed my eyes and felt it was jb. despite my feelings, i would never leave Master C.

Master C's house was saved, though the electricity has not been turned on. he has left me with J until sunday evening. last night J played with me. i was a little nervous about it, but in the end i enjoyed it a lot. it was a nice break from worrying about C. J is easy to please. he has a pool and it was a lot of playing in it this afternoon. he tied me up and took me into the pool. i was totally in his control, and it was really sublime to be suspended in the water, under the water, pressed against his body as he hugged me. thinking about it now, makes me wet. he will be coming home soon and i've got a nice supper for him. i'm looking forwrd to the weekend, though i miss C also.

C had to abandon his house on sunday and he took me with him. i'm not staying with him though. he is in his pied-a-terre in west l.a., and i'm now being taken care of by one of the Doms in the group who lives in brentwood. J, the Dom i'm now with is a stockbroker and has had a couple of slaves in the past does not have one now. he does have a sub that comes over on weekends and some weeknights. last night, Master C took me out to dinner and let me sleep with him. he is very anxious, as am i, about whether the fires have destroyed his house. even if not destroyed, it has probably been damaged because of the fires. when we got to his place, i tried to get him to relax. we stripped and i tried getting him hard by giving him what i thought was a caring, slow, sensitive suck. he just couldn't get hard. finally, i suggested that he shackle me. i remembered that Master C seems to have difficulty getting aroused unless i'm restrained in some way. he didn't have any of his equipment with him so he improvised with belts, socks, and ties. it wasn't the greatest, but it was enough and seeing me restrained, he quickly got a nice straight up erection. that aroused me. it was so beautiful, standing there in the soft candlelight. it was as if it was separate from his body, but i knew it was part of his body for i could feel his body tightening up and hear his soft moans of pleasure. finally i mounted him. his cock slipped right into me. it was so good having him inside me. i leaned over, kissed him, tenderly, lovingly, while i gently rocked on his cock. his orgasm was warm, rolling and tender. it was also very wet and shortly i could feel his cum dripping out of me, down my inner thigh. i did not have an orgasm last night but it didn't really matter because i was with my Master C. this morning, we went out for an early breakfast, and then he took me back to J's house. J had not yet left for work, so we chatted a little. he left a short time ago. i don't know whether i'm going to spend the night here or with C? it suppose to start cooling down tomorrow and we should know, possibly today, whether C's house was saved.

although it has been several weeks since i was with jb, i still think of him sometimes. on tuesday, i had lunch with some other subs, and in the conversation, i told them about jb. they thought that was a hoot. they had heard of slaves falling in love with Doms who bought them for a weekend, or Doms that took care of them while their masters were away on business, but they had never heard of a slave falling in love with a slave, especially a male slave. i told them that i wasn't in love with him, but i really liked him. i do think of him. last night i thought of him, when i was washing C down in his bath. i fantasized it was jb i was cleaning, and i got very aroused thinking of him. the energy i had, the sensitivity i had was picked up by C and when i rubbed his cock he got very stiff. i imagined it was jb's, and asked C if he would enter me. after dinner, he ravished me, and all i could think of while he was doing it, was it was jb doing it.

Mistress M put me in the cage while jb made dinner. after a fairly long time, during which i heard Mistress M and jb talk, and then i heard the front door of the house close, Mistress M came downstairs, unlocked the cage, and ordered me out to have some dinner. i walked upstairs and jb was gone. i didn't want to say anything, but i wondered to myself what happened to him. i was sad that he was unable to say good bye to me. i ate, and then got dressed in the same dress i came with. Mistress M then drove me to the house where the auction was, and we got there at about 7. there were a couple of other slaves waiting for their masters in the tv room. we chatted a little. both of them had a wonderful weekend, though i didn't say much. i think i was wondering and thinking about jb, and wished i was with him. by 8, the two slaves were picked but another one joined us. she went on and on about how much fun she had. her Master had a house with a large secluded yard, where she was tied up outdoors. she talked about how wonderful, exhilerating it is to be tied up outdoors, feeling the sun and the soft breezes on your body. i nodded because my Master often does that to me. he ties me up to a post under a shady tree and leaves me for a couple of hours. unable to move, and just succuming to the warmth of the sun, and the coolness of the sea breezes is sublime. by 8:30 i was alone. my Master did not come to pick me up until about 10. i wondered where he was, but he didn't appologize and say where he was, and i didn't ask as it is not my role to ask. the drive up the coast to his house was wonderful. i was so happy to be back with him. and as we drove up and listened to the Beach Boys singing the "Sloop John B", i looked out the window and smiled thinking about slave jb.

after lunch, Mistress M took jb and me back downstairs and prepared us for something we never expected. i was strung up, with my arms over my head, stretched out by a rope pulled tightly from the ceiling. my knees and ankles were tightly bound, and i was gagged with a ball gag. before Mistress M started with jb, she put nipple clamps on me and fixed little weights to them to increase the pain. jb was ordered to kneel, and then Mistress M tied up his wrists and elbows very tightly with rope. his ankles were crossed and tied with rope. Mistress M then put a ring gag into his mouth. Before she went up stairs, she blindfolded both of us. not long after Mistress M went back upstairs, i heard a doorbell ring, followed by muffled voices. one of the voices was a male voice, and i started wondering what was going on. after more muffled talking, it quieted down, but something was definitely going on. there was even a little laughter from Mistress M and another female voice i couldn't recognize. shortly after, i heard the clomp of several people walking down the stairs, though it seemed like they were walking slowly and carefully. after they got into the dungeon i could tell they were near jb. someone walked over to me and removed the blindfold. i couldn't believe what i saw. tied to a post, right in front of jb was a naked man i never saw before, blindfolded and gagged. he had an erection, but a real solid one. when the blindfold was removed from jb, i think he couldnt believe it either. i think he lowered his head and groaned. and in the room, was another woman, wearing jeans and a blouse--very vanilla. Mistress M then told jb to suck the man. jb shook his head no. Mistress M then walked over to me with flogger and hit me, a couple of times. it wasn't hard, but it made a noise. "suck him", nodding "no". flogged some more, but harder. "suck him,", nodding no, harder floggs. after the third or fourth on, the stinging pain made me moan. the flogging became stronger, and the number of hits increased, but jb still refused to suck. i noticed by body was becoming red from the flogging. i was moaning, but jb still refused. as much as it hurt, i would have liked to have told jb dont do it for me. i can stand the pain. i dont want you to do something you don't want to do. finally Mistress M got out cat o'nine tails. she walked over to jb and showed him what she had. "do you know what this feels like?" she asked him. he nodded "no". she wacked him across his back, and he moaned with pain. "if you don't start sucking him, i'm going to teach your little friend what you just learned." jb then slowly leaned forward, and took the erection into his opened mouth. i wanted to tell him, dont do it for me but i couldnt. jb got the man hard, sucked it for quite awhile, and finally the man came. as tight as he was he could squirm and moan with pleasure. it looked like jb swallowed all the man's cum. after the tension and energy went out of the room, the man was untied and taken up stairs. after some faint "good-byes", Mistress M came downstairs. jb seemed devistated by what happened. his head was down, and he didn't move. Mistress M then untied him and told him to make dinner.

after our threesome, Mistress M took jb and i down to the dungeon and tied us up together. our backs were against each, we were both gagged, our ankles and knees were tied tightly with rope, and are ankles were tied so our legs were stretched out. our arms wrapped around each other, and a chain or rope from the ceiling was attached to a rope tieing us together so we had to sit up. after Mistress M left the room, jb started caressing me. rubbing his gentle hands on my stomach, moving up to my breasts, filling gently pinching me nipples. with that i started caressing him, rubbing his chest and slidding down to his crotch. he moved down first and with a little probing and us squirming around a little he was able to reach my clit, which he began stroking. it felt so wonderful. there was care, concern in what jb was doing. i then began rubbing his erect cock, up and down slowly i stroked it. i wished i could have sucked it, i thought. we couldn't talk because of our gags, but we breath, and our breathing became deeper, stronger. i wondered for a moment whether i should make jb cum, as Mistress M in other times told me not to. but she didn't say anything this time, so i assumed i could. i could feel jb's body getting tight. no, both of our bodies were in sync, getting tight together. and he came, and as if by magic, i came also. when it was over, i feel, not just physically close to jb, but strangely emotionally close to him. i held his cock as i regained my consciousness, and almost immediately, it started to become hard again. and with that, i started to get aroused. i'm afraid to admit what it was, but the magical emotional bond that seemed to immediately happen as soon as we met, was stirring both of us. this wasn't just sex, or erotic pleasure, this was being driven by something much deeper, much more emotional. for i don't know how long, we rubbed each other, we came two more times together, before Mistress M came down, untied us, then shackled us and took us upstairs to have lunch. when we got upstairs, jb made lunch for all of us. neither jb nor i talked much. i think we were both basking in the pleasure we had in our own and in giving pleasure. writing this is so painful because it reminds me of jb. i thought of him constantly the week after being with him, and this past week i rarely thought of him. but writing this, is bringing back my strong memories and thoughts and feelings about him.

last week after the wonderful weekend at Mistress M's place, i couldn't stop thinking of jb. when i was with C, i thought of him and when i was pleasuring C, i fantasized i was pleasuring jb. this week is much better. i'm back to my old self, though i still think of him. i guess i should continue describing what happened that weekend. after going to sleep in the cage with jb, i woke up at some point during the night and felt jb next to me. i felt he was hard, but he was asleep. i didn't want to wake him, but i did something that woke him. without having to say anything, since we couldn't anyway because we were gagged, he tried to mount me and i tried to open myself up to him. but the cage was too small, and we were to restrained to do anything. it was very frustrating, which only increased the desire to be entered by him. at some point we went back to sleep. it was not a good nights rest but both of us slept. in the morning, i woke up before him and could see he was hard, very hard. Mistress M finally came down, but my movement to see her woke up jb. when Mistress M saw we were awake, she left us for a little bit then came down and took us out of the cage. she ordered jb to make us breakfast and told me to clean up. after refreshing myself, taking a shower, i went into the kitchen. jb then took a shower and cleaned up and came back, while Mistress M had her breakfast and we i chatted about the night. when jb came back, Mistress M chained him to a chair and order me to feed him. it was so, i don't know what, taking up food to his mouth. he was so helpless sitting there. i was so attached to him, i felt...motherly...or something to him. after he ate, i ate i sat down and had my breakfast, and wondered what was going to happen to us during the next two days. Mistress M then took jb and i to her bedroom and shackled my wrists in front of me, and shackled my ankles with a lot of slack. she did the same with jb. and then Mistress laid down on the bed, and told us what she wanted. she wanted me to pleasure her, lick her, rub her and she wanted jb to enter me from the rear. and she wanted us to all have simultaneous orgasms. it was a little slow getting into it but with jb inside me, rubbing me, i became aroused and energized. when i heard Mistress start to moan, and writhe with pleasure, i knew was doing what she wanted. at times, one of us would have to stop so we would not have a premature orgasm. i don't know how long it was, but finally we were just in sync with each other. it was incredible, and then...we all exploded at once. i could feel but really wasn't conscious of jb's throbing orgasm inside me as spasm convulsed my body and Mistress M gave a quiet scream of joy. after the last orgasmic spasm passed, jb and i laid down next to Mistress M, me on one side, jb on the other, and we just relaxed in the warm pleasure of excellent sex.

i couldn't believe what i saw. in the dim, candle lit room, standing in front of me, was a naked man, tied up to a pillar. he was gagged and blindfolded with an erection inches from my mouth. i stared at it as Mistress M told me that she heard from my Master how good and skilled i was in sucking. i was told that this weekend i was going to serve her slave in training, who she named as simply jb, by pleasuring him. she then said that her job now was to suck him, but keep him from having an orgasm, because if he did, both he and i would be severly punished. Mistress M then stood there and waited. i cautiously leaned forward, stuck out my tongue and started licking his head. he groaned. i then opened my mouth, took his erect cock into my mouth and sucked it in. it felt so good. i then started rolling my tongue around it, as he squirmed and moaned. almost immediately, he struggled to get his cock out of my mouth, and i withdrew letting it out. when i could see he had calmed down a little, i went back on him. i could feel his tightness, which i discovered later was turning me on. i was so absorbed in sucking him i was not conscious of what i was feeling. after a few minutes, he again struggled to remove his cock and i again withdrew. his cock was no longer sticking straight out, but was so aroused that it was pointing upward. shortly, Mistress M left the dungeon, but before she left, she reminded us not to have an organsm. i don't know how long we were down there, perhaps an hour, two hours. but i kept him hard, and he didn't come. but after each time i withdrew and came back sucking him, jb's moans became louder and his squirming became more tight and stronger, but he couldn't escape. at some point, i realized, i had him. he was in my control. i could tell he wanted to cum but i was not allowing him. i think he wanted to cum so badly he would accept punishment for it. but i didn't want to be punished, so i didn't make him cum. during the time, Mistress M came down and watched for a bit and then left. but one time she came down, she removed jb's blindfold. he looked down at me, our eyes met, and he seemed to stiffen. as the evening went on, there were times i had to stop because my mouth was getting tired. i told jb i had to stop for a moment and he conveyed with his eyes that was olk. and after i don't know how long, i think jb's muscles started giving out, and he started loosing his erection. and when he did, he started dripping cum. i licked it and swallowed it, not just because i wanted it, but because i was afraid that if Mistress M saw it, she would think jb had an orgasm. finally, Mistress M came down and saw that jb was limp. she asked if he had an orgasm, and i said he didn't, but just seem to be tired. it was late, and i discovered it was about midnight by the time i stoped sucking jb. Mistress M then told us to clean up, get ready for sleep. after cleaning up, jb and i went back to the dungeon, when Mistress M shakled us. our wrists were shackled behind our backs, and our ankles were shackled. both of us were gagged, and then we were put in a cage. the cage was really for one person, but she stuffed both of us in. but i was so tired, that i went right to sleep.

before leaving for the auction, C unlocked me and did a little preparation with some salve for the weekend. we left the house at about six. it was drizzling and the roads were slick, and with the friday night traffic, it took longer than C expected to get to the auction house. after arriving, i was escorted to a room where i was instructed to strip and then go into an adjacent room and wait with the other slaves for further instructions. i guess others were having trouble getting there, because there were only four other slaves there. i knew all of them at least a little for other parties. i was the novice of the bunch. the others had been sold before at these auctions. i asked how they liked it, and the thought it was good idea. it makes them feel useful because they bring in some money for their Masters, and it gives them an opportunity to be with someone else. it brings some variety to their lives. slowly, the other slaves came in. we were all collared, and some collars were very nice. my collar is so-so, but very functional. the slave master finally came in, and shackled all of us. our arms were in front and the chain on our wrists allowed us a lot of movement. our ankles were shackled so we could spread our legs far apart for inspection. he then led us into a large room, lined us up and instructed us to look straight ahead, spread our legs, and place our hands, with our palms out, on our thighs. after we were positioned, the bidders came in, and had about 15 minutes to inspect us all. being watched kind of reminded me when i was on the stage with the opera company a year and half ago. my, how my life has changed. the bidding then began. i was the fourth or fifth person being sold, i can't remember which. there was some intense bidding for me, and much to my surprise, the winner was a Domme! one of the two Dommes at the party. she paid $2,800 to use me for the weekend. i was immediately taken out of the room, and in an adjacent room, told to put on the dress they had laying out me, which was of a kind laid out for all the slaves. i had no panties on or a bra. the dress had snaps on the shoulder, so it could be removed while the slave was tied up. i then went into another room where the slaves who had been auctioned off were watching television, waiting for all the auctions to take place so we could all be delivered at once. at about 9, the last auction took place, and we were all hustled into a waiting limo for delivery. blinds were pulled down so we could not see where we were going. by this time, it was sprinkling. driving out to be delivered, we were very quiet. i think all of us were wondering what the weekend was going to be like. we knew we would be taken care of, but we were also a little anxious. i was the third one dropped off. all i know, is the place is in hills, but i don't know where. i got out of the limo, and my Mistress, m, was waiting for me on the porch. i entered her house. she blindfolded me, tied me up with rope, with my arms behind me back, tieing up my wrists, and tieing my elbows very close together. she unsnapped my dress, and let it fall to the ground. she put on nipple clamps, fixed a chain to the D ring on my collar, and then assisted me as i walked down some stairs. i could sense someone else was in the dungeon, probably by the soft breathing and the quiet noices people make even when still. i wondered who the person was. M told me to kneel, spread my leg, but put my ankles together, which she then tied. i could tell i was very close to the other person, possibly by the heat of the body. M then stretched out the chain on my collar, pulled my head slightly forward, and then attached the chain to something. there was a pause, and then M removed my blindfold.

tonight is the slave auction, and i'm going to be sold. this is the first time i've been sold at a slave auction. at the parties i went to before, i was not put up for auction because i was not collared, but now i am. i heard there will be about 7 or 8 slave sold, but maybe 20 people are coming, including a couple of Dommes. i don't know if they are bringing their slaves, and if they are, whether they are male or female. sometimes, males are sold. the auction is tonight, and i won't be returned to C until sunday night. i'm going to get myself ready all day today--shaving, resting, making myself up. i hope i can get a good price for C. he thought i might be sold for at least $3,000.

one of the surprising things about me life since i've become a slave is that i get out more. i'm not meeting three other slaves once a week. we either me at our masters houses, or at restaurants. it is nice meeting with them, gossiping about our masters interests and techniuqes. when it was hot, we met at the house of one of the slaves who lives in the hollywood hills. her master has a pool, and we stripped and enjoyed the sun and swam. it was very nice to be with a group of women who are sharing my life style. this past week, after having lunch we went shopping at the grove for sexy lingerie so we would be attractive and inviting to our masters. it was fun asking the other slaves what their opinion was about the different things. i got something that i think C will like to see me in very much. im not sure when ill wear it, but it will probably be this week sometime. a couple of days ago C told me that he is taking me to a party of the group he belongs to in two weeks. he said it is going to probably be rather intense, with a mandatory slave auction. i'm looking forward to it. i've found i like some variety and these parties give me a chance to be with other Doms without weakening my relationship with C. in fact, i've found it intensifies my relationship with C, and makes me realize how special he is.

much to my surprise, being a collared slave changed my relationship with my master. our interaction has changed a little. since i was collared, my Master whips me or flogs me about once a week, which he rarely did before, and that was only for punishment. now enjoys it, and i am enjoying it because he does. this began shortly after i was collared. i was sucking him and he couldn't get hard. finally, he pulled my head away, and proceeded to tie me up to the whipping post, gagged me and left me for i don't know how long. when he came back, he was nude, which surprised me a little. he picked out a nice flogger and started flogging me, softly at first, and then harder and harder. as i moaned, and squirmed, he started getting hard. that turned me on and i squirmed and moaned more, which got him even harder. this whole sceen really aroused both of us. finally, the untied me to the post, took off the gag and tied up my arms behind my back and allow me to suck him. his orgasm was extremely strong and wet. i swallowed everything he gave me. so since then, at some time during the week, i fail to do something, which becomes an excuse to whip me. sometimes when he gives me his cock he tawnts me at how much i want to suck it. and other times he gently slides it into my mouth, where i play with it with my lips and tonge, experiencing his pleasure. it is so important to me to have my Master happy.

about 4 in the afternoon, the ceremony began. the two slaves brought me out of the room, and escorted me slowly to my master. i slowly walked to him with my head down. when i got in front of him, i kneeled, my head was down, my legs were spread, and my hands were on my thigh, with the palms up. when i was in position, my master asked if i was freely submitting to slavery, and i answered "i am." he then asked if i will follow all his orders to the best of my ability, and i answered "i will." he then asked if i will serve all his needs, and i simply answered "yes." he then took a collar, and as he put it on me and locked it in place, he said he is accepting me as his slave. and then, much to my surprise, he reached between my legs, and i could feel, he locked the rings on my labia together. a wave, an incredible wave of submission filled me. i thought i was taken as far as it was possible, but intensity of the submission was overpowering. no wonder the slave earlier said "i was lucky" when she saw the rings. i was not just C's slave at that moment, i was now his slave forever. i was his property, totally his property for ever. he owned me, possessed me, physically and spiritually and emotionally like nothing i had ever felt before. his control meant no one could ever have sexually again unless he allowed it. he then helped me stand, i turned around and saw the people at the ceremony. C then said, let the party begin. for several hours, the other two slaves and i served the other Doms and Dommes who were present. and later, when they left, C took me to his bedroom, unlocked me, and ravished me like i had never been ravished before. during the night i slept with him, and he had me three more times by the time the sun rose the next morning. i was his, and never had i've i been so happy.

on the day i was officially collared, Doms who are friends of C, brought their slaves over to the house. they were dropped off, and were with me until the ceremony, late in the afternoon. the slaves prepared me for the ceremony. they shaved me, bathed me, perfumed me, did my hair, nails, and pampered me. while they were preparing me, they saw the rings. one of the slaves simply said, "you are luckey." i didnt know what to make of the comment. i thought by that time were for decoration. after i was prepared for the ceremony, i spent several hours with the two other slaves. it was very nice. we were alone, and relaxed and talked about our experiences, how we became slaves, and what we were getting out of it. the other two slaves loved being slaves. they enjoyed being taken care of, they enjoyed the physical sexual pleasure, the enjoyed the emotional pleasure. one of the slave was only 20 years old, and other was 31. They seemed to be like me, confident, secure in our choices, yet emphatetic and careing.

after the rings were put in my labia, i spent the week getting ready to be collared. i thought often about the past year, how i met my Master, our first meetings, and first times together. i remember the firsts, the first times we did something new. i remembered the training, the punishments, the discipline. and i remembered my emotional submission, the steps and stages that brought me to where i am today. i never knew what submission meant until meeting C. so deep is it, it has a religious quality to it. i totally submit to my master, and he treats me wonderfully. i remembered how much i've grown, how much i've learned. i remembered the postures, poses, and positions i've learned to be sexy, inviting, accessible, and pleasureful. i am now a trained sophisticated sex object, a sex toy. i suppose there are few women that are as skilled as i am now.

about a week before i was collared, my Master surgically put a little ring in each of my labia. being a doctor, he anestized the area first and it did not hurt at all. i had no idea why he did this. he did not say, and i've learned not to ask my Master questions. he will tell me what i need to know. later that day, the anesthetic started wearing off, and my genitals started to hurt. my master, instead of helping rid the pain, tied me up to the whipping post very tightly, and gagged me. as the anesthetic wore off, and the pain increased, all i could do was moan, and squirm. as the pain increased, i pleaded with my master with my eyes to help me. he just stood and watched me. the only pleasure i could get is knowing my master enjoyed watching me. but he seemed to know when i needed relief, and after i guess several hours, he put something on my genitals, untied me, and i took some pain medication. after a good night sleep, the pain was less the next morning, and after a few days, it was completely gone. but from the time the rings were put until the ceremony, my master and i did not have any sex. even though the pain was gone, i could tell i was still tender down there. i think not having sex for a week really made the ceremony that much more exciting.

i am now a slave. in a wonderful, beautiful ceremony in june, i officially became one. i would like to describe the day. i should have written about it right after it happened, but didnt. there is so much to tell about my wonderful life now. i just cant tell everything in one entry. i'll try tomorrow to start telling about it.

my training is proceeding. i'm expecting to be accepted as a slave in may or june. last weekend i had another test. C invited a few friends over from the group. i was the maid, naked of course, serving drinks, and food. after dinner, C took me into a room, tied me up with my arms over my head, my ankles tied to my thighs, and my thighs secured to the edge of the bed. C's friends then had use of me during the evening. two of the three had me twice, and the other just once. all three mounted me so i could suck them. i think i was good and accomodating. but one of the friends, a surgeon, was enormous. i couldn't get much of it inside my mouth, but i must of done fairly well because he was very hard. before the friends left, they evaluated me with a questionnaire. i was judged by my seductiveness, my wetness, my knowledge of the erotic parts, and some other things which i can't remember. i did pretty well overall, but the surgeon said that i was a little difficult to enter and wished i could take more of him in my mouth. the other two, however, gave me high marks. i think i basically have one more test. one of the Doms is going to bring over his slave sometime and at a party, she and i are to put on a show for the Doms. since i've never really been with a woman, i don't know how i will do. the group C is in has a list of recommended tests for slaves, and the Doms are free to follow them or not. C seems to be a stickler for them. other than these tests, my life with C continues. i'm no longer sleeping in a cage. i have a small little spare room. although i'm shackled each night, i have a lot of movement. sometimes, C takes me to his bed for the night. each day i work out, trying to keep trim and attractive. i keep C's place nice and clean. i don't think i've ever been happier.

i went to a fabulous party saturday night. it was so weird driving to the house, which is in the hollywood hills over looking the city. this was the first time i've been out in months. there is so much traffic. it was kind of scary. i was also nervous as this was my first party that i've gone to with my master. after we got there, i was ushered into a room by a slave of one of the Doms, where i disrobed. there were two other slaves in the room chatting. they warmly welcomed me and wanted to find out all about me. i told them how i met C and a little about my training so far. they both said how much they liked their situations, and how wonderful their masters were. shortly, another slave came and we all got to know each other. i was instructed that these parties are places to meet and get to know each other and have fun. all the slaves, and slave trainees, as myself, were to serve the masters drinks. there was no sex or play at the parties. it was strictly talking and socializing. i felt a little self-conscious at first walking around naked in front of people i didn't know, but i quickly got over it. i got to know C's life-style friends, who are quite sucessful. there was a surgeon, a couple of lawyers, executives, including a couple in the industry. there were also three Dommes there, although none of them had any slaves. they told me that if they had them, which usually are men, they are brought to the party. one of the highlights is an auction, which raises money for the group to hold these parties. sometimes, apparently, they rent a yacht for the parties. in order to be auctioned off, the person has to be a slave, so i wasn't among the five who were auctioned. the owners put them up for sale if they need are planning to be out of town and need someone to take care of their property. i was surprised at the prices they went for. it was $2,000 to $3,000 for two days. the ones who bidded didn't have any slaves or anyone in training. so the auctions are ways of spreading us around. on the way home, my master asked me how i felt about the prospect of being auctioned off, and i told him that i'm looking forward to it. he told me that the Doms and Dommes are bound by a code of ethics not to harm us or abuse us. anyone who does, will be expelled from the group. he said it has never happened, because they are very careful in who they let in on the group. he asked how i would feel being won by a Domme, and i told him that that was fine. i couldn't imagine anything difficult about it. at saturday's party, a Domme won one of the girls. anyway, it was a wonderful party. i met some very interesting people, and i felt right at home with them.

i am so excited! next weekend C is taking me to a party of a group of mainly Doms, but there are a few Dommes. the group meets every three or four months, though not everyone goes. the members are a very successful group of people. C told me that the party is not only a place to meet and socialize, but a place, a chance for the Doms and Dommes to show off their latest property. there are strict rules, however that control the gathering. there is no sharing of the slaves unless they have completed training, so i won't be shared with the others. but it will be a chance to meet the others. the parties are also a chance to rent out the slaves. because many of the Doms travel a lot, they need to leave their slaves withone they can trust. but again, there are strict rules about that. like i've been left twice with a Dom, but i was taken care of and not for his use. the Doms i was left with did not have any slaves or slaves in training. so it was kind of hanging around for a few days in two very nice isolated houses. the party is next weekend, so i'm really looking forward to it. i'm wondering what the other slaves, or slaves in training are like. apparently, sometimes the Dommes brings their property, which could be either male or female. i wonder what that is like, having a male slave. C told me that some of the Doms sometimes rent out the male slaves but he doesn't. but he told me that being a slave is total commitment and to accept what the Master says. this means that he feels i can be used by another, i have to not only accept it, but embrace it and want it. he asked me if i thought i could do that, and i said i think i can. i feel i can, but i haven't faced that opportunity as yet. i will know for sure when i have the chance.

after my first weekend with C, all i could think about that week is the incredible experience i had. i was amazed at how passive i was about the whole thing. i guess i really trusted C. but also the pleasure he gave me, not just for a few minutes, but for hours, in fact most of the weekend. the amont, the intensity, the length of the erotic pleasure seemed to fill me, transforming me into someone, something i never thought about. i hoped C would invite me back, and he did. the following weekend, he picked me up from work, we had dinner at a nice restaurant and we then drove out to his place in malibu. at his place, he asked me to take off my clothes, which slowly did, almost like a strip tease. and when i was naked, i felt so free, so released standing in front of him, offering myself to him. it was as if i no longer was a person, but an object, a toy, and my pleasure was to please him. he led me downstairs to his dungeon, and tied me to a bed, spread eagle. he then gagged me and blindfolded me, he said not so i would scream or see, but to intensify my vulnerability, my accessibility, my availability. and it did. he told me he was going to shave me, and from then on, he wanted me to keep myself shaved whenever i was with him. i nodded. i felt the leather on me, the razor cutting off the hairs, and my genitals tingling.

i'll never forget my first weekend with C. after a night of incredible pleasure, the next morning he had me sit at the breakfast table, naked, tied up and he fed me. i didn't realize it at the time but it was part of his technique, or plan to take control of me. i was in his control. he controlled what i ate, how much i ate. and afterward, he laid me out on the bed in the dungeon with legs tied to the foot posts, spread apart, and left me like that to be available for his pleasure during the day. at the time, i thought this was fun, it was a nice way to spend a weekend, but nothing would really come of it. i never knew that the pleasure would take possession of me. it wasn't until i went home after that weekend, that i started realizing something in me was different.

while my Master was tieing me to the bed last night, preparing me for what became several hours of wonderful sexual fun, i had a flashback to my first weekend with him. after he tied me to the bed, and gave me an incredible intense, almost instanteous orgasm, he left me to calm down regain my sense of my surroundings. that night, after he shaved me, he continued to play with me, caressing me, gently pinching my nipples, rubbing me, getting me aroused, and then letting me relax. each time bringing me to a higher, more intense passion than i had ever felt or experienced before. and that night, when he put me in a cage to sleep, i did not protest. i was so filled with warmth, erotic, sexual warmth that i simply could not put down or want to evade it. i was so grateful for C, who has become my Master, for the pleasure he had given me, who introduced it to me. and it hasn't stopped or decreased, as last night again was another wonderful evening. i just hope he enjoys our time together at least half as much as i do.

three weeks ago, i was transformed and taken to a new and heightened level of submission. the day after i was whipped and flogged as punishment for not obeying my Master, he tied me up spread eagle on the bed and played with me. i did not struggled, i did not squirm. instead, i laid passively as ordered. the pleasure, the erotic pleasure was of a type i never felt before. instead of a sharp pleasure, it was warm, filling my entire body. i had a heighten sense of the shape, the form, the posture of my body as he pleasured me with the vibrator, his finger, his tongue. since that day, i have been trying to think of how i can now describe what changes have taken place in my relationship to my Master--and myself. though i thought i had submitted before to him, i now feel a disconnect between my mind and body. my Master now owns my body. it is his. all that my mind now does is receive his orders, be attentive to his needs, and directs my body/his body to serve his needs. i don't know if this is love, or a level of submission that transcends love. though i would do anything for him now, i trust he will not ask me to do something harmful. as i write this, i feel words fail to capture the full length of my transformation. he still plays with me, knowing that sexual release is healthy for me, but also he enjoys the touch of my skin. he enjoys entering me and i am so happy that i can serve him, pleasure him. my life is now his; my purpose is to serve him. i told my Master this, and he smiled, and told me that there will be other tests but he was optimistic that i would pass them.

the day after i was whipped into a new level of submission, i took care of C, prepared a nice dinner for him, and then was tied up, spread eagle on the training bed. as i looked over at him going to get a vibrator from the cabinet, i had a fleeting memory of being on the same bed, in the same position, six months earlier, on our first night together. that night, after giving me an incredible orgasm, he shaved me, put on some menthol feeling gel which tingled and aroused me, he got a vibrator and began pleasuring me. he slowly aroused me, and then stopped, letting me cool off. and then he began again, bringing to a higher level of intensity. and then would let off, letting me calm down. i don't know how long he did this or how many times he did it, before i began loosing control of myself, being transported to another realm of life. at some point, and i don't know how long it was, i started begging C to give me an orgasm, but he refused. instead, he kept increasing the pleasure. i vaguely recall squirming, struggling with the ropes, trying to free myself to touch myself so i could cum. he seemed to not only enjoy watching me, but he was learning my limits and exploring what they were. i must have realized at some point that he was not going to give me an orgasm. i don't know if it was a conscious act on my part or just loosing control, but finally i was so hot, so aroused, that when he put the vibrator on me, i fucked it a little and came. it was such a relief. as my body writhed with spasms, he caressed me until it ended. that first night was so different than the night about two weeks ago.

i was relieved when C led me to the whipping post, where he tied me up very tightly, and gagged me as he told me he didn't want me to scream. he told me i had one last chance to continue to be trained as his slave. i watched him get a flogger and as he stood in front of me, he told me what i had to do to stay as his trainee. he told me he was going to flog me, and i was told not to move, squirm, struggle, moan or scream. i nodded that i understood. C began gently flogging me, softening me up. the stings got sharper and stronger. i bit down into my gag fighting to keep from moving, from struggling. as the flogging became stronger, i was intensly focused on standing still, as the pain intensified, filling my body. i think C knew my pain threshhold and took me there; maybe he took me over the edge, i don't know. i know i was focused and exerted everything i could to stand still and not be overwhelmed by the pain. i closed my eyes and felt the shape of my body, which was outlined by the pain within. at some point, i seemed to almost faint, transformed, and i was almost relaxed as the pain totally filled my consciousness. i had control of the pain, i was the pain. words simply fail to describe what was a transcendal experience. after flogging me a little bit more, C suddenly stopped. i opened my eyes as i saw him leave the room with me tied up. i then let go emotionally, held up by the ropes tieing me to the post. i don't really know why, maybe it was the release of emotions, but i started to cry. C came back in, lifted up my head and kissed my lips. he gently caressed me and looking into my eyes, told me that i past and would stay in training. i totally broke down at that point and uncontrolably sobbed. C held me in his arms, comforting me, and telling me that the following evening he was going to test my control when aroused. i looked up at him, closed me eyes, and smiled. i was his.

i don't recall what i was thinking as i was stretched out to the four corners of the bed, waiting to be ravished by C again, but i know i never thought i would be trained to be C's slave. a few nights ago, my training took me to a new height of submission, a level, and intensity i never knew existed. it started simple enough. i was stretched out, spread eagle, while C proceeded to get me aroused--caressing me, rubbing my clit, applying a vibrator. as i started squirming he ordered me to not move. but as he aroused me and then stopped, and then aroused me again to an increasing intensity, it became more and more difficult to not quirm, and not moan. and when i ever i did, he ordered me to stop. and as my sexual intensity increased, he got angrier and angrier because i couldn't stop moaning and squirming. finally, he started slapping me, but by that time, i was so aroused that i didn't even feel his slaps or hear his orders. he moved me deeper into an erotic pleasure that was so heavenly that i was only faintly aware of my surroundings. finally, he just stopped, completely. as the pleasure faded from my naked body i became more conscious of him, my surroundings, and his anger. he was furious, surprisingly furious. i disobeyed him i realized, and i was afraid. would he throw me out? stop training me? did i fail?

i was led to a little room. it was a spare room, with nothing in it except for a mattress on a frame. i was directed to lay down, which without a murmur i followed C's instruction. i was nervous and breathing deeply. after laying down, C grabbed my left ankle, tied a rope around it and secured my ankle to the frame at the corner. he did the same with my right ankle, spreading my legs apart, exposing myself. C sat down on the bed, touched my pussy. "My," he said, " you are really wet." i was so nervous i didn't realize how aroused i was. he then rubbed me a little more, soaking up my juices with his finger, which he put on my lips and told me to lick it. i did as i was told, without resisting, without thinking. after licking it dry, he put his finger back on my pussy, and flick my clit with his thumb. i immediately exploded with an incredible orgasm. i had never in my life cum so quickly, and possibly never had such a powerful orgasm. i was in a realm i had never been before. as i opened my eyes, i heard C softly say, "That my sweet, is the first of many orgasms you are going to have this weekend."

C turned me around. we looked at each other, he put his hands on my shoulder, leaned forward and we kissed. he then started unbuttoning my blouse, sliped it off my shoulders, exposing me to the refreshing outdoor air. i just stood there, looking at him, as he took out a knife and cut my bra straps, unsnapped my bra, and gave it a little jerk letting it fall to the wood deck. i closed my eyes while he reached behind me, unzipped my skirt, pulled it off, and then stood back looking at me, as i stood there in my black thong, and thigh high black stockings. as dark as it was, i could see he was pleased. i was paralyzed, standing there, not moving, as he walked up to me, and pulled down my thong. he turned me around again, pulling the blouse to my wrists and then tied up my elbows with rope, tieing them tighter until they were almost touching. i was uncuffed, and he removed my blouse. he told me to stand still, while he went to a little cabinent, opened it, and took out a collar. C then put the collar on me, locked in back, and put a chain into the front D ring. "Ok, my little sweet, lets go" as he led me back inside.

we drove out of westwood, down sunset to the pacific coast highway, and then north to malibu. at some point, we turned off and entered one of the roads that cuts through the santa monica mountains. after awhile we slowed up, went down a gravel covered driveway to C's house. it was nearly a full moon and the light in the canyon created a mysterious effect. it was quiet and there was a powerful sense of being far away, isolated, which excited me by making me feel vulnerable. i followed C into his house. he did not turn on the light, instead he let the moon light fill the house from the skylight. i then followed him upstair to a living room that led out to a deck, in which was a gurgling hot tub lit up in green. we walked out to the deck, not saying anything, and looked out to the ocean where we could see car lights moving on the coast highway. it was a warm night, it was that time late last spring when we had that warm weather. C put his arm on my shoulder, and i then put my other arm around his waist. we stood looking for a few minutes, taking in the beautiful, sensual scene. slowly he moved his hand off my shoulder, down my arm. as he did i droped my arm from his waist and when his hand got to my wrist, he bent my elbow ever so slightly and grabbed my other wrist, holding both in the same hand. i didn't move, and continued looking straight ahead, knowing what was coming. the next thing i knew he slapped cuffs on me. i closed my eyes, gasped, breathed deeply, and knew our journey was now beginning.

its interesting what happens when confronted by the actual situation. i thought i was not ready and the evening began that way. we had a nice time, a nice dinner, and the concert was excellent. when we got to my place, where he was going to drop me off, we hugged...i kissed him on his neck...lifted my head and then whispered into his ear,..."i'm ready."

let me tell how i got here. i met C for dinner and he was charming, intelligent, and had a quiet sense of inner strength. we had dinner once, and went out a week later and saw a play. he never pressed himself on me, urging me to go to his place. i liked him because he accepted me for what i am and responded sensitively to it. he treated me as a person, with thoughts, feelings, and needs. however, in back of our minds was why we were together and why we were discovering each other. about a week after our second date, on thursday, i think it was, he called to say he had tickets for concert at the disney hall. he asked if i would like to come up to his place after. i frooze, tightened up, and had enough sense of myself to know, i wasn't ready yet, and told him that. he appologized and said he hoped he wasnt being too forward. i told him it was all right and not to worry. i told him i want to go slowly on this, and he said he understood.

it has been a long time since my last entry, and much has happened. simply stated, i am now C's slave in training. so much has happened that i think i may take several entries in my journal to catch up with where i am now.

i had dinner with C last night, and i must say, he is charming, bright, even sharp, witty, sophisticated, good looking, and a sharp dresser. he is knowledgable about music, attends the theater, widely read with a subtle play of the mind. we agree on politics--hate, no loath bush and are convinced he and his loyal but incompetent band of advisors (cheney, rumsfeld, rice) supported by his christian coalition of conservative republicans have kicked started america to its ultimate ruin. i had a wonderful time, so what's there not to like. well, i felt i was being manipulated which makes me feel very uneasy. nevertheless, i agreed to have dinner with him next saturday, but with the qualification that nothing physical will even be suggested. he responded by simply saying "i know."

C called me this evening to see how i was doing. we chatted for a bit and asked if i felt up to meeting him for dinner next weekend. i must be getting over the death of my friend, because i agree to meet him. i told him though, that we are not to discuss anything about bondage, and if he brings it up, i'm walking out. i told him that i will meet him at the restaurant and we will leave separately. i am not going to sleep with him and play with him. if he want to get to know me as a person, im open to it. as far as im concern, this date is if we met on some vanilla dating service.

a lot has happened during the past two weeks. a day after my last entry, a friend, not a close one, died. 31 years old and he had a heart attack and died. i havent gotten over it. im numb, and life suddenly has taken a seriousness it didnt have before. i never did see C, though i invited him to keep in touch. maybe this mood will pass, but it hasn't yet.

C sent me an email this evening asking if i want to meet him after work sometime for a drink. i wrote back and asked if friday was a good time, and left my phone number.

i had a brief encounter after yesterday's performance with someone i met in cyber. i agreed to briefly meet him because he seems intelligent and interested in me. he attended the opening night of the opera, last sunday's matinee, and yesterday's performance. we set up a scene, where after the performance he would stand outside underneath the marqee, whistling the love aria in the third act by margarite's lover. i could take a furtive look, and if i was interested, i could say something. he was there as he said, whistening. i looked around, and nervously walked up to him and said "bravo, bravo." we smiled, exchanged some pleasantries and said we would be in touch and i left. he is handsome, seems to have good taste in clothes and seems fit.
i went to the cast party, drank too much, stayed up too late. today, i had a hangover, a headache all day, and im now exhausted and am about to go to bed.

today's matinee is the last performance, and i'm going to do something after that i vowed i would not do. i'm going to meet one of my secret admirers--briefly. i met him in another chat room. what i like about him, most of all, he seems interested in me as a person. we have chatted a fair amount in IM and have hardly even referred to bondage. he seems normal, a real person. he is also intelligent, and extremely knowledgable about opera. i was amazed he even knew about the Auber version of Manot. i didn't know about it until i started in the production. anyway, we are going to briefly meet. i gave him strict instructions not to follow me to the parking lot, and if he does, that ends it. also, im going to a cast party afterward. he understands my caution which i appreciate.
yesterday i felt tired during the performance, which was the first time i've felt that way. i slept well last night, feel refreshed today. i hope i have the excitement and zip i had in other performances. its my last shot.

im very nervous about the performance tonight. i don't have any speaking part, only singing, but i'm nervous. i don't know how people who have speaking parts, particularly extensive ones, can handle it.

tomorrow night is opening night. there wasn't a rehearsal tonigh but im glad. i'm exhausted. but i'm thrilled about tomorrow night. two people, who i've been chatting with in another bondage site promised to be there tomorrow. when i go on stage, i'll perform especially for my secret admirers. its exciting to think in the audience there are two people looking at me but probably not recognizing me because of the costume and wondering which one of the chorus is me. and i'll be wondering, who are the two people in the audience who have come to see me, who want me, who are interested in me. eyes will be on me, but i wont know who they are. it is exciting, sexually charged. the opera was written 150 years ago, and i feel that tomorrow night, in my mind, will create the atmosphere of mid-19th century paris, with courtesans, lovers, wealthy patrons. wow! what a night its going to be.

for those interested in meeting me, i want to say that i'm very busy right now. i'm in an opera, and rehearsals are this week, with performances this weekend and the following weekend. after that, i will get back to this. please be patient! anyone interested in seeing me on stage, send me a message and i will let you know how to get tickets.

i cant believe how quickly i went through me messages a second time. i havent counted the number who are possible partners, but it must be about 35. i dont know how im going to do the next step. i cant contact all of them and start chatting with them all at once. its late and im tired. maybe tomorrow ill have a clear mind and know how to handle this next phase.

i finally finished my initial review of my messages. im now going to go back and look more closely at the 6 pages of messages ive kept. im now going to start really looking at what im interested in. this may take some time, because i would like to send a note to everyone who wrote to me, just to let them know why i am or am not interested in them.

i've only got about 15 more messages to go through and then i can start looking more closely at the ones i saved.

I got a lot of messages, which really surprised me. ive been going through them, deleting the ones that are not likely people i will pursue. i am trying to respond to nearly everyone in some way. most of my responses are brief though. the only onces im not responding to are people who just say a word or two. for those who spent something more than a word or two, i am responding by telling them why im not going to follow up--too far away, want a poly relationship, are too sadistic, or want to be a Daddy, or whatever. some people have given me advice to be careful, which i really appreciate. i have already encountered two, who in their initial message were very polite. but i then said something, like to one guy i said that las vegas is tasteless, and he became abusive.

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