I lay curled up in the dark corner, biding my time and my Mistress' bidding. She told me I could watch for a while as she started the "breaking-in process", as she calls it. I'll be able to join in soon enough.


Lying here with my legs bound at ankle and thigh, my wrists tied to my ankles underneath my legs, I dreamily think back over the past 4 years of my life - when my life truly began. That lonely night when Mistress brought me home. I was so bad and disobediant to Her at first! I fought Her and tried to escape, but I was just scared and couldn't understand that She was just teaching me love. I've learned so much from my Precious MIstress. I certainlly can accept a lot more love now than I could when She first brought me here. I was such a baby! I cried and whined, thinking that Mistress was being mean to me, trying to hurt me! How could I have been so stupid, or thought badly about Dearest Mistress?

Cold water drips sporadically down my naked back as I lay shivering against the slimy stone. This basement is always damp and moldy, but Mistress says it makes me stronger. I know She's right - Mistress knows everything. I twist slightly to move away from the icy drip. But the nipple clamps that are tied to the rope aound my thighs bite so cruelly into the tender flesh that never heals that I softly whimper and lie still.

Mistress doesn't like me to whimper, but She cannot hear me right now. She wants my silence or my screams, when I can no longer control my own voice. She slaps me very hard when I displease Her, sometimes many times in the Owned Place. And I cannot whimper or cry out. But then! Then...she fucks me so hard and calls me Her own sweet, nasty slut, and I feel so loved. And sometimes...She'll unchain me and let me lie with my head in her lap. so content, almost purring to my Beloved. She laughs at me and calls me Her kitten, stroking my long hair.


Mistress long ago explained to me that pain is love, that my scars and bruises are my gifts of love to her. My blood bathes her soul and purifies our sacred covenant. I know now how to accept Her loving ministrations with joy and even ecstasy. When my flesh welts up, I know She canes me to show me I am Hers. When my skin splits open and I scream uncontrollably, She rewards me by licking me softly...first the blood, but then in the Owned Place where only She may go. She makes me scream and scream anew, but in such a different way. She forces me to orgasm again, and again, and again, until the pain is worse than my caning. She takes control of my entire body and squeezes every thought, emotion, whim or desire out of me, until I'm just a shaking, whimpering, exhausted husk. All there is left is my devotion and adoration. For my Beloved, who cares for me like no other.

I hear voices and footsteps...the toys are being brought back this way. Do they think that this night is over? Do they believe that they can now leave and go back to their old lives? Those lives are gone. There is only Here, now. There is only Obey, now. They will soon absorb into their torn flesh that Rules are All. That Mistress is Goddess. That Pain is Love. They will learn or they will die. Mistress will accept no less. Yes, they have no idea what new life is in store for them...but they will learn. We all do. Mistress teaches us.