I don't know what I've done
Or if I like what I've begun
But something told me to run
And honey you know me it's all or none
There were sounds in my head
LIttle voices whispering
That I should go and this should end
Oh and I found myself listening
'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
inching my way closer and closer to my 30th birthday and catching up with my mom's 29th i seem to get braver and braver. Actually been attending more and more munches and getting to know people. Although i have this invisible shield around me .. proclaiming that i'm really not interested in anyone, that i'm not searching for anyone. But of course.. deep down that is a lie. I'm searching, i'm looking. Even on here i'm searching and even get a bit jealous as girls find *their Master*. Why is it so
Punishment or for His pleasure, does it really matter? The plug I've had in my ass for 15 hours now is a chore to keep in, my body wants to expel it, I'm allowed to remove it to utilize the bathroom, but then its right back inside. Masturbating takes my mind off the discomfort and I know that His pleasure is increased by my need and frustration, this state of arousal and discomfort is because of His will, this body is his and i give it freely to him to use as he wishes.
Dinner out last
I would also consider one or two subs to use with my sub in Nevada, maybe a female switch that can take direction, email me as previously. cheers
I travel rather a lot and I have several subs in different countries as well as my own, I am looking for a Dom or couple inthe Nevada area as I have a sub there hat needs to continue her training with discretion, drop me a line at yahoo so we may discuss your ability to assist, have a grea new year cheers.
The two are a stunning sight with their tousled hair hanging down over each girl’s eyes, damp with oil and sweat; each well oiled body flushed and gleaming with perspiration.
They will stand on their toes and endure as each woman learns in her own individual way, what it is to be a slave girl.
I decide to ignore aleskia’s insolent little outburst of frustration at my gagging of aspen for aleskia’s defiant outburst and continue my training plans for my two slave girls’ afternoon.
I watch the two beautiful caged women as their feet begin a slow, almost involuntary shuffle back and forth, kicking forward and then back, this way and that. The sharp points pressing against each heel with a relentless threat, telling each one: do not relax, and stay on your toes.
This is the only real movement each girl is allowed as both struggle, seeking relief, feeling the agony of the other as the leather strap cuts into each girl’s personal being.
Dipping my hands into the now very warm almond oil, I start to massage and grease first aleskia and then aspen to an oily, shiny existence using to my advantage the oil, my fingers and, all of the erotic Shiatsu points that I know about. Another aspect I found contained in my grandfather’s recipe, a fairly long footnote, or in this case, a finger note.
Both of my hands start moving slowly and gently up aleskia’s flanks. I watch her skin almost ripple at my touch. Feeling her abject
I am the Master of two beautiful slaves that I have trained.I am releasing one so that she may join a couple in Florida,so I will be searching for a replacement to train.
Rhythm and pacing are so important to taking over the minds of the females slaves one is training. I wonder and can only assume what might be going on in their minds as they hang suspended by their wrists, toes barely grazing the cold floor.
Slave training begins at capture and this applies to every capture. We don't wait. As soon as a freshly captured slave has been bound and gagged, discipline and obedience become job one. It is important to convince a slave girl of her helplessness