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It is always wrong to wield power if you are not prepared to accept the consequences for your actions and do the work it takes to use your strength and authority with precision and fairness. A good leader is many people's servant. If being trained to become a perfect servant sounds too humiliating, you are not strong enough to withstand the temptations of wielding power. PC I am actively looking for someone to date and have fun with. I am in a poly relationship, the primary relationship is ultimately the most important. If you would like to know what I am into, please ask. Owned, collared very much in love with Blackdom101.

6/13/2010 8:26:02 PM He picked up a prepared play bag, and led me to the barn, where of course- being that I have a tiny propensity for “bad” luck, the light that would have lit the space blew when he turned it on. He then had to return to the main house to retrieve a new bulb. I calmed my nerves a by searching through my ridiculously oversized purse, for my addiction- Burt’s Bees lip balm, and felt much better when I found it as he was walking back to the barn. Once we had some light, and it was set up properly, He walked over to me, kissed me, gently squeezing my throat. We chatted some, idly, He continued to kiss me, my neck, and squeeze my throat, running his hands down my dress, and lifting it over my head. Leading me by the neck he shoved me into a board/door of sorts that was leaning against the dividing wall, and decided that I should be bare breasted up against the rough sawn wood, so he maneuvered the door flat on the ground, turned and pressed me up against the barn wood, I could feel the roughness of it scratching my skin, and his weight pressed against me, kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. He stopped suddenly, and turned to his bag, quickly discovered some cuffs, and placed them on my wrists, securing them behind my back, pushing me again up against the rough wood. Then grabbing my neck, He pushed me to the ground, unzipped his pants, and produced His cock, with my willing and waiting mouth opened. His cock filled my mouth, He grabbed the back of my head, thrusting it into my throat, down my throat, with the other hand abusing my tits, squeezing, pinching, slapping, the pain was pretty intense, he moved to fiercely pinching my nipples, while fucking my face, pausing every once in a while for a split second, for me to choke, or catch my breath, then shoving his cock back down my throat, all the while calling me dirty names, slut, whore,… which of course is a huge turn on for me…and getting me really wet. He stood me up when he had enough of my face, whispering, “I want you to see this.” He then began rigging a rope to the ceiling, and tying a noose to the rope, I think my heart skipped a beat. He presented a knife, rather large, running it over my abdomen, tits, holding my neck in his grasp. I had no idea what to expect… a picture is worth a thousand words, but perhaps the reality of the picture—really has no true words. I had seen pictures of His hanging a woman, a thousand words describe nothing near of what happens….. He placed the noose around my neck, at that time, I really harbored no fear. I trust this man, I trust this man not to kill me… even though I am giving him the power to… He started just gently tugging, controlling my breath, each tug, or pull intensifying… then he brought out my “little friend”- the magic wand…. Pushing it into my pubis, my clit, gliding it over my labia, exciting me to no end, slightly pulling the rope around my neck tighter, and tighter as I got closer and closer to exploding between my thighs… then pulling it away, turning it off, setting it down, pulling on the rope around my neck… really tight. I awoke, my legs were shaking, echoing sounds in my ears, my body twitching, I didn't quite know where I was for a second, I believe he was holding me from falling, not quite conscious, but knowing - I was not even in control of my body…. I think I said something like, “ this is kinda like nitrous”--- (I used to be a deadhead, it is what is known as “hippie crack”, makes you go into convulsions of sort when you do too much and don’t get enough oxygen to your brain, it is definitely a “sit down” sport) … I believe this happened again, with of course the same result… Gathering my senses (sort of) He then started the mind fuck, telling me he was going to fuck me in the ass, that only whores like this twisted sort of shit- I am sure I was smiling- telling me how a whore should be hung, How next time there would be an audience and they would fuck my dead ass, then… made me beg for Him to hang me… while pushing the hitachi between my slightly spread legs, spread just far enough to make it slightly difficult to inhale with the noose around my neck, I uttered “hang me, please, Sir”. I remember being lifted off the ground, and kicking my feet trying to find it… then… Laid out on the gravel, legs twitching, a sort of electricity running down my legs, Mr. over me… I came to, I asked, “am I OK?” he sort of laughed, and said, “yes, you are.” “This isn’t really breath play, its carotid artery play”. Internally I was relieved; I thought I may have been being a wuss. I believe I asked him a few more questions, which he graciously answered, not sure at this time what they were… I gathered myself again, and stood up for another round. Again, was lifted, for a shorter time this time, didn’t quite pass out like the previous, but was amazed… and still am, at how I felt, at how much I trust this man… pretty much after arbitrarily seeing him conducting a scene randomly at a conference, and prior to that meeting chatting just briefly about this particular kind of play. ---However—the stun gun scene we had, at our house-for me, was crazy intense, and quite the mind fuck as well… He sat me down, hugged me, chatted with me about what we had just done… stayed with me until I was ready to stand, then took me into his house, woke up his wife- Sorry Mrs.! and they showed me their spectacular dungeon, it, for me, was quite a bit more than normal evening with kinky friends, but such an amazing, awesome experience. I remember the first time He hung me, I was a little weirded out, was not expecting that at all, I was scared at what happened to me, but didn’t want to think about it – and I wanted to do it again… I didn’t know if my reaction was normal, or not…it has been a really long time since I was not in control of my body in that way, it didn’t seem like it was me… it took me a few minutes to realize what was happening after I “came to” … I mean lying in the gravel, and not remembering how you got there.. may not be for everybody- in a play scene, but it is pretty fucking intense, however, I do not suggest anyone just try this out on their partner/playmate, a slight jerk, or too hard of a pull could end very badly, then there would be another discussion in "bdsm and the law" Don't be that guy- I drove home, couldn’t wait to talk to Daddy about what had happened… I was reeling when I got home, quietly… my throat hurt, I have a rope burn and ligature marks on my neck, that may not be so easy to cover tomorrow when I go to work, however, I do not seem to care all that much...

9/28/2008 6:05:28 PM http://slavexoel.blogspot.com/