Monday, 31 August 2015

Bullshit rules

There is so much bullshit in BDSM and it is so loud. It is omnipresent. Did you see this bullshit on Tumblr or Facebook?



I like the typeface.

So I looked for, and found, the rules I had read many years ago. Rules I like very much. Because each rules applies both to the Dominant as well as to the submissive. Did I said I loved them?


(The author of this article is unknown. It has appeared in an early issue of Growing Pains,  the Eulenspiegal Society's Prometheus  magazine, and the July, 1980 Growing Pains.   A representative of the Society of Janus has attributed ownership to SOJ -- http://www.soj.org/ -- but was unable to identify the author.)


  Ten Rules for Dominants Ten Rules for Submissives
1 Be Patient
Until you enter into a contract with a submissive, you have no more right to order him/her around than does anyone else. Give you bottom time to get to know you and what you like. Finesse and subtlety are major elements of dominance. Similarly, strength and gentleness go hand in hand. The sensitivity and awareness (or lack thereof) that you show in the real world is likely to be repeated in the playroom.
Be Patient
A potential top will let you know if she or he is interested in you or not. Keep in mind that your purpose as a submissive is to serve and to satisfy someone who will take into consideration the realization of your fantasies. Don't expect your top to be able to turn on like a light switch. The timing must be right for both of you.
2 Be Humble
You may be God's/Goddess' gift to the world, but no one needs to hear it or wants to hear it. You will have ample opportunities to show how good you are - and plenty of opportunities to make a fool of yourself. No matter what you claim, the "real you" will show through in a scene. Don't set yourself up for a failure by developing expectations that you know you can never reach.
Be Humble
You may be God's or Goddess' gift to the world and the most sought after prize in town, but no one needs to hear it or wants to hear it. You will have ample opportunity to show how good you are. No matter what you claim, the "real you" will show through in a scene. Don't set yourself up for failure by developing expectations that you know you and your top can never reach.
3 Be Open
Although the top is classically considered to be the teacher in SM, you can always learn from your bottom, no matter how inexperienced. Be willing to learn from other dominants who may have a totally different perspective from yours. Try to approach by-now-familiar trips with an attitude of wonderment and discovery. Be aware that everyone has her or his own personal style.
Be Open
You can learn something about SM and about yourself from everyone into the scene, no matter how experienced or inexperienced they are, or how dominant or submissive they are. SM is a very personal art, and an "I already know it all" attitude will make you miss valuable SM lessons and experiences, and ignore potentially valuable SM friends.
4 Communicate
You are responsible for finding out basic, essential information about the people you play with, such as experience, limits, likes and dislikes, and health information. Playing SM without this knowledge is like Russian Roulette. Talk about your head-space and you review of SM with your bottom, so that any uncertainties can be dealt with before you start playing. Clearly spell out roles, rules, limits and contracts. Do not take for granted that your bottom instinctively knows the ground rules.
Communicate
Verbalization is necessary, but at the appropriate time and in the appropriate way. Your top needs to know basic information about you, such as experiences, fantasies, health concerns, and turn-offs. But -unless it's an emergency - wait until your top asks. Don't expect your dominant to be a mind-reader instinctively knows your needs, wants, and limits. Your cooperation will enhance the scene for both of you.
5 Be Honest
If you lack experience in an area that your bottom would like to experiment with, be honest about it. Your partner has a right to know that. Be honest with yourself and take your submissive only to those levels at which you are completely in control of the situation. Safety should always be the first concern, taking priority over how hot a particular scene is.
Be Honest
Don't be afraid to share your needs and fantasies. Your dominant expects it. Honesty about your wants, health concerns, and turn-offs is essential to a good scene. Lying or being less than candid can only lead to problems, as the top will base the scene on inaccurate information. Besides causing problems, it can be dangerous.
6 Be Sensitive
There's a very fine line between a sensitive, caring dominate and a self-righteous, insensitive overbearing clod. Your scene should be a creative synthesis of you needs and fantasies, and your bottoms needs and fantasies. Although, on the surface, your submissive is serving you, what actually is happening is that dominant and submissive are serving each other. Earn the complete trust of your submissive and never violate or even threaten to violate that trust. His or her submission is a gift to you. Use it appropriately.
Be Vulnerable
Your scene is a two-way street. It is not just the physical realization of your prior fantasies. If you want to limit your experience to certain physical and psychological stimulation, then contract with your top ahead of time. But don't always expect your top to be a puppet in a fantasy play you've written in your head. It's far better to let your top surprise you, to extend your limits, to take you to places you're never been before. When you trust your top completely, let her or him know it, and let him or her guide you into new fantasies.
7 Be Realistic
End the scene with the bottom wanting more, not wishing there had been less. Remember that power, control, and sensitivity are the keys, no just the intensity of the stimulation. Be clear about what is fantasy, and has little to do with what works in practice. Your favorite porno picture books may be stimulating in themselves, but don¹t try to imitate them to the last detail.
Be Realistic
Your dominant is human, and even the most experienced tops have moments of awkwardness and indecision. Don't call attention to what you perceive as a lapse. Know the difference between reality and the fantasy world you see in books and magazines. Few tops are rich enough to afford a large dungeon with a lavish layout of equipment...Your top's equipment is expensive - respect it and don't abuse it.
8 Be Really Dominant
Submissives are looking for someone who will take over their body and mind, not just for brute strength. Real people are wanted, not just cardboard images from ads or stereotypes. Your dominance enhances you whole existence. It does not cover up or substitute for other areas of your life - it is you. Make your submissive fall in love with you, and expect them to give themselves up to you totally. Follow up on rules, expect obedience, and punish appropriately when it is called for. Don¹t shirk your responsibility to your bottom or to your sister/fellow tops. Be dependable and expect dependability. You have agreed to take the dominant role - now take it!
Be Really Submissive
This is the whole point. Let your dominant take you over completely. Don't coach or second guess or be critical of your top. Exchange information on your special needs before the scene starts, but once it starts be quiet! If you insist on running a scene to your own specifications, then you should try being a top. You have agreedto limitations of your own power. Stay within those limitations. Respect and obey your top and expect punishment if you don't. Accept it gracefully and cheerfully. Your top has many things to be concerned with, including your safety and what turns you on. Be loyal and dependable and enjoy your role.
9 Be Healthy
Like any strenuous activity, SM requires that its participants be in top physical and emotional health. Many factors, including the amount you sleep, your eating habits, your alcohol and drug intake affect your performance and endurance during a scene. Don¹t attempt to do SM when your physical or emotional energy is low. As a dominant you have a special responsibility to be in control of yourself and on top of the scene. An attitude of ³drugs and alcohol don¹t affect me that much...I can do it anyway² violates your submissive¹s trust in you and can be dangerous. If you don¹t want to accept the responsibilities, you shouldn¹t be playing the game!
Be Healthy
SM, like any strenuous activity, requires that its participants - both active and passive - be in top physical and emotional health. The amount you sleep, your eating habits, your alcohol and drug intake, and everyday stress affect your response and endurance during a scene. Your dominant needs to know when your physical or emotional energy is low. No matter how tempting a scene sounds, an "I want it all now" attitude when you aren't able to give your all will leave both of you feeling let down. You serve your dominant and yourself by staying healthy.
10 Have Fun
After all, sex is all about having a good time. You have earned, and you are entitled to the unique, intense pleasures which come from responsible, creative SM play.
Have Fun
After all, sex is all about having a good time. You have earned and you are entitled to the unique, intense pleasure which comes from responsible, creative SM play.
 

Inspirational

So many girls have self confidence issues thanks to body shaming. How wonderful to see some people that will be an example to others:


Plus-Size Models: Nicole
Teased as a child, Nicole is a plus-size model who has now found acceptance in surprising places

Training Carrie, chapter 36

novel by Jay West

Training Carrie by Her Master

by Jay West 


Chapter 36





Carrie soon had dinner ready, and I helped her set the table. When we
were ready to sit, she didn't know what to do, since she was naked. I told
her to kneel in the chair, then I pushed her close to the table. Before we
ate, I took her hand and told her I was happy she was back. She said she
wouldn't leave again.

    When the dishes were cleared away and the dishwasher running, I checked
the clock. It was only 6:45, we had the whole night ahead of us. I told
Carrie to go to the mural room and wait. When I joined her she was
perfectly Posed. I held up her survival kit and told her this was her
responsibility to remember when we went out. She obviously wanted to reply,
so I gave her permission. She said she didn't forget it, but she couldn't
carry it with her hands bound, her Master couldn't carry it and drive his
pony, so she decided to leave it here. I agreed that was a problem, and
told her we needed a solution.

    I put Carrie in her bonds, locked her wrists to the back of her collar,
and took her and her kit to the basement. Leaving her by the toilet, I
returned for the wine and glasses. I told Carrie it was time for an enema.
She took her position, and I prepared a warm, soapy enema. When the bag was
nearly empty, I told her she would get a second bag tonight. She didn't
move or speak. As the second bag was filling her, she groaned a few times.
I asked her if she was already cramping, and she replied formally that she
was just feeling overfilled. When the second bag was transferred, I warned
her not to spill anything. I led her to the mirrored wall and let her see
herself in profile and head on. She looked pregnant. After a moment I
returned her and had her take her place on the toilet.

    I reminded her that she was not to release anything without permission,
then I went to get a glass of wine. I gave her a sip, took one myself, then
set the glass on the floor. I asked her if she would like to play a game.
She looked up at me, but didn't speak. I told her I was thinking of a game
where we bet on how long it would take her to disobey her Master and
release her enema without permission. I told her my bet would be two hours,
and asked her what her bet would be. She looked at me with determination,
and perhaps a little anger, and said, "Master, never, Master."

    "So my bet is two hours, and your bet is never. That means if you hold
it for two hours and ten seconds, I lose the bet. Do you agree?" She nodded
her head. "Shall we play?" I asked her. She shook her head no. "Oh, come
on, it'll be fun," I said. "I'll go check the clock and note the starting
time." I strolled up to the Master's area and wrote down the time. Then I
stretched out on the couch. I knew she could see that I was lying down, I
wanted to know if she would break the rules and speak.

    After 5 minutes, I got off the couch and strolled back down to the
toilet area. She was watching me the whole time. I walked up to her, bent
over and picked up the wine glass, and smiled. "Forgot my wine," I said,
"would you like another sip?" I could tell she was in pain, but she smiled
at me and nodded her head. I gave her a sip, then turned and headed back
for the Master's area. After I had taken about 5 steps, I turned back to
Carrie. "Oh," I said, "I forgot to tell you. You can release now." She gave
me a sarcastic smile, and didn't release her enema for another 10 seconds.

    While I was filling her with a clear water enema, I asked her if she
enjoyed the game. She said she knew I was messing with her, but she
couldn't tell how far I would go with it. She was glad I ended it when I
did.

    When Carrie was finished with the toilet and bidet, I told her I wanted
to give her a cold shower, but I would not do it if she objected. She said
her body was mine, to use as I pleased. I installed her in the shower and
wet her down with cold water. She was gasping from the cold as I started
soaping her. When she was completely soaped up, including her hair, I
thoroughly rinsed her off with cold water. She was shivering hard when I
finished. Leaving her attached to the shower, I ran to the Master's area
and returned with several towels. I dried her thoroughly, then combed out
her damp hair. She had stopped shivering, so I removed her from the shower
and attached her wrists at the back of her belt.

    I turned Carrie toward the rails using her tits, the put my finger on
her ass hole to start her walking. After a few course corrections, we
reached the rails, and I installed her. Once her feet, belt, and wrists
were attached, she automatically raised her head and watched her face in
the mirror.

    "Your next spanking will be delivered now, are you ready, Slave?" She
smiled at me and nodded her head. I asked her if she felt able to count the
blows for her Master. She answered that she would be happy to do that for
her Master. I warned her that if she lost the count or was unable to give
me the count after each blow, we would have to start over. She swallowed
hard and nodded her head, and I started.

    I paused after 25 spanks. Her tears were flowing freely, but she hadn't
made any sounds except for announcing the count after each blow. After 50,
she was sobbing continuously, but was keeping up with the count. I felt her
ass, and it was very hot. I told her we were taking a break, and warned her
not to forget the count. I soaked a towel in cool water, wrung it out, then
returned and draped it over her ass. Then I brought her a glass of water.
She looked up at me and I told her to speak if she wished. She asked me to
kiss her, and I did. I asked her if she was ready to continue, and she said
she was.

    I gave Carrie her last fifty in two sets, with a pause between. She was
a wreck when we finished, but she was still croaking out the counts until
the last blow. I put the damp towel back on her ass and told her I was very
proud of her, and she silently thanked me. I told her I thought she was too
tired for the butt fucking I had planned to give her, but she vigorously
shook her head, indicating she wanted the fucking.

    Leaving the damp towel on her ass, I lubed up my cock and plunged it
into her ass hole. As tired as Carrie was, she gave me a bright smile when
she felt me penetrate her. I told her she didn't have to cum with me if she
was too tired. In response, she came immediately, and smiled again. I
resolved to make this a quickie, she really should have been lying down,
not participating in a fuckfest. It was over in about 5 minutes.

    As I was releasing her from the bars, I put her on informal speech and
asked her how she felt. "Sore and tired, Master, but very happy," she said
with a faint smile. I told her we would skip the final spanking for today,
she had done very well. She said she would make up the deficit tomorrow,
then I told her we would deal with tomorrow when it came.

    I took Carrie back upstairs. She would have benefited from a long soak
in the whirlpool bath, but I didn't think her ass could stand the hot
water. Instead, I put her in the shower. After giving her a thorough
soaping and washing her hair, I massaged her shoulders under the shower.
Finally she said she felt like a limp rag, so we got out of the shower.
When we had dried off, I brushed her hair until it looked normal, then had
her lie on the bed while I rubbed her back and massaged her leg muscles.

    I asked her if her day was too hard for her. She said it was hard, but
not too hard. She said she enjoyed meeting her Master's challenges, it made
her feel proud. I told her that we had accomplished a lot the last two
days, but we hadn't had any fun. I gave her the assignment of planning some
fun activity for tomorrow. She said she would do her best, and I said she
always did, and I knew she would this time.

    Carrie asked me if I would fuck her missionary style. "I thought you
didn't like the old standards," I said.

    "I like everything you do to me, Master," she replied. I asked her if
that included spanking her and tormenting her when she was in pain. Without
hesitation she said, "Yes, Master. Now please climb on and do your
missionary thing." As it turned out, the missionary position was just the
first of many. The more we fucked, and the more we came, the more Carrie
seemed to rebound from her rough day. By the time I had reached my limit,
she was laughing, telling me jokes, and suggesting new positions we should
try. I finally told her I was too tired to fuck any more. We should either
get some sleep or she should suggest some other activity.

    She looked at the clock, and it was nearly 10:00. She said we should
pack some food, walk up to our picnic spot on the high hill, and eat and
fuck under the stars. I asked her if she remembered the last time we were
out after dark. She said yes, but this time we'd be doing it on purpose,
and we'd lock the house when we leave, and I could take a rifle, and that
would make it different. I laughed, and told her it wouldn't make it any
safer. She just shrugged, and said she thought I wanted to do something
different, have some fun.

    I looked at Carrie, and she was grinning at me "Come on," she said,
"you were right, we do need to do more fun things. This will be fun."

    I said Ok, but she would be fully dressed in jeans and a sweater, and
we would take a flash light, but only for emergencies. I asked her if she
could navigate to the hill in the dark. She said the moon was nearly full,
and we would have plenty of light. I asked her how she knew the phase of
the moon, but she just shrugged.

    Carrie went to pack some food, while I got a rifle from Philip's gun
rack. I made sure it was fully loaded, and also grabbed a box of shells,
then went back to check on Carrie. She had the food ready, and said she was
ready to get dressed. I told her that I would dress her, that way she
wouldn't violate my dress rules. I put the ammo in the food hamper, and we
went to the guest bedroom. Carrie picked a pair of jeans and a sweater, and
I put them on her. I stood back and looked at her, and I wanted to strip
her and fuck her on the spot. She looked good in any clothes. I put her
socks and shoes on, then we went to our bedroom and she dressed me. I
clipped a flash light to her pants and one to mine, and told her not to turn
on the light unless it was an emergency, and to be quiet when we were
outside. She grabbed her survival kit, I slung the rifle over my shoulder
and grabbed the picnic hamper and blanket, and we headed for the back door.
I was about to open the door, when she hooked her free arm around my neck
and gave me a hard kiss. When she pulled away she told me she loved me.

    We went out, and I locked the door behind us. We held hands as we set
out for the hill. I was trusting Carrie, that she could navigate the trails
without getting us lost. I couldn't find the moon, but there seemed to be
enough light once my eyes started to adapt.

    Our ascent to the hilltop we thought of as our picnic area was
uneventful. Several times we heard rustling in the bushes. If there were no
other considerations, we should have been making some noise so we wouldn't
surprise any animals that might not react well to surprise. Fortunately,
whatever we disturbed ran away from us rather than toward us.

    We put down our gear, and Carrie spread the blanket. It was too chilly
to strip her, even though she asked me to. I decided we would both stay
dressed until the clothes started getting in the way. We sat with our arms
around each other, looking at the stars where they peeked through the
clouds. After a while the moon came out from behind the clouds, and then we
could see all of the landscape below us. We could actually make out animals
- coyotes I thought - moving around in the distance.

    We sat silently for a long time, then Carrie rested her head on my
shoulder and turned her face up toward me. I moved my lips to hers and we
kissed tenderly. I asked her what she was thinking about, and she said she
was thinking about us, about how we were doing. "And how are we doing?" I
asked her.

    "We're doing just fine, Master," she said. "Under the circumstances, I
don't think we could be any better." I asked her what she meant by "under
the circumstances," and she said she mainly meant that we were stuck here,
but also that we were still discovering each other.

    I told her I hoped we would always be discovering each other, and I
added that I was still trying to think of a way for us to get out for some
R and R. She smiled up at me and said she didn't mean to sound like she was
complaining, and she was actually very happy with her life and her Master.
Then she said she was hungry, and asked if she could bring out some food.
We shared a sandwich and a bottle of water.

    We were making small talk while we ate, and Carrie asked me if I sensed
the change of season. I told her the weather always seemed the same to me
each time we came out. She said it was late fall, and this time last year
there had already been several cold spells and one light snow. In a few
weeks, she said, I would notice that winter was coming. I asked her what
the winter was like, and she said it was actually pretty mild if it was
like last year, but there would probably be a few snowfalls.

    I put my hand on her arm, and she looked at me. I told her that the
first time it snowed I would lead her up here using her bridle, and fuck
her in the snow. She would be naked, blindfolded, and wearing earplugs. She
held my gaze and said, "Yes, Master." We had finished eating, and I told
her to get on her hands and knees so I could fuck her in the ass.

    Carrie again asked permission to strip, saying she should be naked for
her Master. I told her No, and put her on her hands and knees and dropped
her jeans to her knees. I caressed her ass and thighs, and asked her if she
was still sore from the spankings. "A little, but what you're doing feels
really good," she answered. Then she asked me to please fuck her. I dropped
my pants to my knees and pushed my cock into her pussy for lubrication.
Then I transferred to her ass, and began slowly fucking her. After a few
minutes, I told her to get off her hands. She raised up, and I slipped my
hands under her sweater and began caressing and massaging her breasts and
nipples. She turned her head until our lips could reach, and we kissed
softly.

    We fucked in that position for many minutes, until we came together.
She wanted to suck my cock then, but we had not brought any extra water for
her to rinse out her mouth, so I refused to let her put her mouth on my
cock. I had her lie on her back, with her pants still at her knees. I lay
down with my head at her crotch, and reached up under her sweater with my
hands. She was soon moaning, but I told her not to cum again until I gave
her permission. I worked her over for nearly an hour, then finally told her
to cum. She had a series of crashing orgasms that lasted several minutes.

    After kissing her pussy and telling her how much I loved her, I told
her to pull up her pants and sit up. "Are we done already, Master?" she
asked. She sounded disappointed. I told her she would get another round
when we were back in our bed. I sat next to her with my arm around her.

    Looking out over the view below us, I could see moving lights in the
distance. I was sure they were cars, I pointed them out to Carrie and asked
her if there was a road there. She said yes, that was a country road used
by locals. She said it was about 5 miles from us, but it looked closer that
that to me.

    We were sitting side by side, then in one smooth move she was in my lap
facing me, with her ankles crossed behind my back. "How did you do that?" I
asked. She just smiled, and said she wasn't ready to leave yet. She took my
hands in hers and put them under her sweater, then she started kissing me
passionately.

    "I'm not afraid of your dirty dick," she said, "put it in me. After
all, it's my dirt you've got on you." I smiled at her and nodded my head.
Before I could react, she was on her feet and stripping.

    "It's too cold for that Carrie, keep your clothes on," I said.

    Before I could finish, she was on her back. "Then climb on top of me
and keep me warm. I need you inside me." What could I do, I couldn't let
her get cold. Against my better judgement I took off my pants, but I left my
sweater on. I climbed on top of Carrie, and she guided my cock into her
pussy. As I penetrated her, she sighed. "That's how my pussy is supposed to
feel, filled with my Master's cock."

    I started fucking her "missionary style," and we were kissing
passionately. Suddenly she gently pushed my head away and started
chuckling. I asked her what she was laughing at. She looked at me and said,
"Just an idea I had, Master. We should have been born as conjoined twins,
joined at the cock and pussy. We would fuck every minute of every day.
After a lifetime of that, I would still not have gotten enough of you." I
laughed with her, then told her to stop thinking her perverted thoughts and
kiss me.

    We fucked a while longer, then I told her to cum. She did, and so did
I. I smiled at her, and asked her if she was cold, and she said she wasn't.
I told her there was nobody lying on top of me, and I was cold, it was time
to go home.  She smiled up at me and said, "Yes, Master, it's time to go
home."

    I got off of her and started putting my pants back on. I looked over at
Carrie and she was about to step into her jeans. "Stop!" I said, and she
froze. "If you put those pants on, you are breaking a direct command of
your Master. I would have to punish you severely for that. Drop the pants
and sit down." She did as ordered. I picked up her pants and threaded them
onto her legs, then I pulled her to her feet and fastened her pants.

    "I'm sorry, Master," she said, "I was stupid." I told her it was an
unusual situation for her, but we would probably be in this situation again
and she would have to be aware of what she was doing, and remember her
slave status at all times. I gave her a kiss on the lips to show her that
we were Ok, then I told her to make sure we had everything we brought with
us.

    Our trip back to the house was uneventful, not counting that I fell
once and slid about twenty feet down a hill. The only harm was a skinned
elbow, although Carrie acted like I had received a war wound. When we got
to the house, I unlocked the door, we stepped inside, and I closed and
locked the door. I told her I was just being cautious, not to worry and not
to move until I told her to. I jacked a round into the rifle, and carefully
searched every room in the house, including the basement. Then I called to
Carrie that everything was normal, and told her to put everything away and
report to the bathroom.

    After only a few minutes, she came into the bathroom. She was still
dressed in her jeans and sweater. "My God, you're beautiful," I told her.
Let's see how you look with just the jeans, lose the sweater." She peeled
it off and tossed it into the corner, then stood with her shoulders back
and her breasts pushed out. "On your knees," I ordered, and she immediately
dropped to her knees. I admired her for a few moments, then gently took her
nipples between my fingers and thumbs and pulled up. She rose in one smooth
motion, smiling at me. I took her into the bedroom, sat in a chair, and
said "Walk around, I want to look at you." She walked all around the room,
making eye contact with me whenever she could.

    "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" I asked her.

    She blushed a little. After a pause, she answered me. "Yes, I actually
do have an idea how beautiful I am. Is that why you're here with me now, my
beauty? My beauty will fade in a few years, I hope you're with me for the
long run."

    "I'm definitely with you for the long run, Carrie. Is it Ok if I enjoy
your beauty while it lasts?"

    "Since you came into my life, Master, my beauty, my brains, my
personality, and my body have all been for you and you alone. Of course I
want you to enjoy me, all of me."

    I stood up and moved a chair to the middle of the room. It was the
low-backed chair, and she knew what it was for. I looked at her, and she
took her position, leaning over the back of the chair and grasping the
front edge of the seat with her hands. Pressing my body against hers, I
leaned over her and cupped her breasts in my hands. I heard her sigh. I
straightened up and ran my hands over her ass and the back of her thighs
for a few moments. I reached around and unfastened her jeans, then pulled
them over her ass and down to her knees. After caressing her ass and thighs
for another few moments, I began spanking her hard.

    About five minutes into the spanking, I asked Carrie if she wanted to
cum while being spanked. Gasping and sobbing, she said she did not wish to
associate orgasms and pain, but she would be pleased to cum for her Master
if it was his wish. I told her it was her Master's wish that she never cum
while being spanked, flogged, or punished with the crop or whip, unless
specifically ordered to. She thanked me.

    I spanked her about five minutes more, then plunged my cock into her
ass and gave her a quick fuck. When I finished and stood her up, she was
still crying and gasping, but she smiled at me. I gave her a light kiss,
which she returned. There was no doubt in my mind now, she had overcome her
problem dealing with spankings.

    "Let's go take a shower, during which I plan to enjoy your mouth on my
sparkling clean cock." She said I had put these pants on her, I should take
them off of her now. I told her she would be wearing them again before
long.

    We climbed into the shower, and Carrie started soaping me. I told her
not yet, and pushed her against the wall of the shower. I impaled her pussy
on my dick, and fucked her hard for about ten minutes. Then I whispered in
her ear a command to cum until I told her to stop. We both had many orgasms
- we still were intentionally not keeping a count - then I released her and
told her to bathe me. After she soaped and rinsed me, I did the same for
her, then told her to suck my cock.

    With a smile, she dropped to her knees in the tub. "I thought you would
never ask," she said, then she locked onto my cock with her mouth. She had
me moaning out loud and asking her to let me cum before she finally
finished me. When she had cleaned me off, I pulled her to her feet and
started kissing her passionately. After a minute she pulled back from me
and asked me if I was developing a taste for my own cum. I told her No, but
I was no longer afraid of tasting it. She smiled and kissed me again.

    When we finally crawled into bed, it was 2:20. The next thing I
remember Philip was asking us what we wanted for breakfast.

Sunday, 30 August 2015

Kissing again

Kissing again, after a long drought of
not kissing-too many kids, bills, windows

needing repair. Sex, yes, though squeezed in
between the minor depths of anger, despair-

standing up amid the laundry
or fumbling onto the strip of rug between

the coffee table and the couch. Quick, furtive,
like birds. A dance on the wing, but no time

for kissing, the luxuriant tonguing of another
spongy tongue, the deft flicking and feral sucking,

that prolonged lapping that makes a smooth stone
of the brain. To be lost in it, your body tumbled

in sea waves, no up or down, just salt
and the liquid swells set in motion

by the moon, by a tremor in Istanbul, the waft
of a moth wing before it plows into a halo of light.

Praise the deep lustrous kiss that lasts minutes,
blossoms into what feels like days, fields of tulips

glossy with dew, low purple clouds piling in
beneath the distant arch of a bridge. One

after another they storm your lips, each kiss
a caress, autonomous and alive, spilling

into each other, streams into creeks into rivers
that grunt and break upon the gorge. Let the tongue,

in its wisdom, release its stores, let the mouth,
tired of talking, relax into its shapes of give

and receive, its plush swelling, its slick
round reveling, its primal reminiscence

that knows only the one robust world.

 Dorianne Laux

Training Carrie, chapter 35

novel by Jay West

Training Carrie by Her Master

by Jay West

Chapter 35

     When we got out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and began drying
myself. Carrie stood in the Waiting Pose. I told her to go tell Philip we
would like lunch as soon as possible. She paused, wanting to ask if she
could dry off and get dressed first, but then she shook her head and left
to obey my command.

    Walking out of the bathroom a few minutes later, I saw her standing in
the Waiting Pose in the centre of the bedroom. She told me lunch would be
ready in 15 minutes. I tossed her the wet towel and told her to dry off and
get dressed. She asked me what she should wear, and I told her to surprise
me. While she was drying off, I told her I was tired of the bullshit, the
only thing that had changed was that I was spanking her, which she said she
enjoyed. Why had that changed our relationship, and shouldn't we stop the
spankings and go back to the way things were yesterday?

    She stopped towelling, and met my gaze. "It's not your fault, Master,"
she said, "I don't know why I'm handling this so poorly. Please give me one
more day, and I swear I will be back to normal."

    "I think we should stop the spankings, Carrie," I said. "We had a
relaxed, easy relationship, and now there's only tension. It sucks."

    I think she was going to drop to her knees, but then she realized that
would only make things worse. She walked up to me and hooked an arm around
my neck. Looking into my eyes, she said, "Listen, if you want to punish me
for the stupid way I'm behaving, stopping the spankings is the perfect
punishment. But I'm asking you not to do that."

    "That's the Carrie I want with me," I said. "Are you back, or just
visiting?"

    "I'm going to have trouble after your spankings for a while, Master.
Until I can get my shit together, would you consider just spanking me
without making me participate by counting, and then give me a little while
to recover after each spanking?"

    I put my arms around her and kissed her. She eagerly returned my kiss.
"Done," I said. "We'll do it that way until this time tomorrow."

    She smiled at me, then kissed me hard. "Thank you, Master," she said.

    I steered her to her dresser and combed out her damp hair, then went
with her to the closet while we picked out her clothes together. After I
dressed her in a skirt and blouse, I kissed her and told her she was my
woman and would always be my woman. "That's what I want, Master," she said.

    As we walked to the dining room, I pulled up the back of her skirt and
carressed her ass. she looked over at me and smiled. She asked me what we
would do after lunch. I said we would continue her bridle training, going
farther today than yesterday. I stopped her and turned her to face me, then
told her she would receive another spanking while we were outside and while
she was blindfolded and had earplugs inserted. A faint smile came to her
lips, and she said, "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." I then told her she
needed to decide if the spanking stop would be before or after the fucking
stop. Without hesitation, she said she wanted a fucking stop, a spanking
stop, and then another fucking stop. I told her that's what we would do,
then kissed her.

    We made smalltalk during lunch. I think both of us were sick of talking
about the whole spanking thing. It was very perplexing that something we
both said we wanted was causing such a problem. I resolved that the problem
would be gone this time tomorrow, one way or another.

    After lunch I took Carrie to the bathroom for an enema and to outfit
her for bridle training. While she sat on the toilet waiting for permission
to relieve herself, I told her to caress her breasts for a minute. Then I
had her squeeze her nipples and roll them between her fingers. I asked her
if they were too tender to use dental floss, or if we should use the nipple
clips again. She said we should use floss, but take the clips with us in
case she got really sore. I told her that was a fine suggestion, and a good
indication that she was rejoining the partnership. She lowered her eyes and
thanked me for my patience. I told her to look up at me, then kissed her
and told her I loved her. That got a smile and a "Me too."

    I told her we wouldn't be using her clit for start/stop control,
because it would interfere with our fucking. She would have to interpret
tugs on both nipples as start/stop commands. She didn't think that would be
a problem.

    I left her on the toilet while I rounded up our gear, a blanket and
canteen. Putting them by our exit door, I returned to Carrie and had her
relieve herself. After she used the bidet and I dried her, I watched as she
applied the dental floss. She didn't tie the floss as tight as she had done
the last time, which was the source of her previous problems. I covered her
with sun block, then attached long strings to the floss and positioned the
strings across the top of her shoulders. All she needed was the blindfold
and earplugs, and we were ready to start.

    As I steered her out of the bathroom, she asked about shoes and socks.
With her earplugs in, she didn't hear my "D'oh!" but she was grinning after
I pulled her to a stop. Not so godlike after all, I guess.

    After sitting her on the bed, putting socks and walking shoes on her,
clipping her wrists together, and attaching them to the belt behind her
back, I steered her to the exit door. She was doing fine, we made it
through the house without hitting anything. Stopped at the door, I put the
canteen over my shoulder, put the blanket in her hands, opened the door,
and we were on our way.

    To make sure she wouldn't try to follow a memorized path, I took her
all the way around the house once, then put her on the path to our favourite
fuck stops. She was being careful and methodical, slowing her pace whenever
the terrain changed and speeding up when she was on smooth level ground. We
made it to the first stop in about twenty minutes, with only a few stumbles
and no falls.

    I had decided we would do nothing at this stop, just rest in the sun
for awhile. I was sure she expected this to be the first fuck stop, but I
wanted to delay and increase her anticipation. When I stopped her to spread
the blanket, she immediately assumed the Waiting Pose. I led her onto the
blanket and pushed down on her shoulders. She dropped onto her knees and
assumed the Instructional Pose. I bent down and gave her a kiss, which she
hungrily returned, then I released her hands. She immediately put her
hands, palms up, on her thighs. I stretched out on the blanket in front of
her and watched her, something I never get tired of doing.

    After a few minutes, she figured out that nothing important was going
to happen here, and I could see her body relax slightly. She knew me too
well, it was difficult to do anything she couldn't take in stride. Except
spanking, of course. Maybe it was time to throw her a curve.

    I got up and moved behind her, then helped her to her feet. I gently
forced her down into a sitting position rather than kneeling, then moved in
front of her and sat close to her, so our knees were touching. I couldn't
see her eyes behind the blindfold, but her expressive mouth indicated
surprise and anticipation.

    I pulled her toward me and positioned her legs over mine and behind my
back. She was smiling now. She was close enough that I could have put my
dick in her pussy, but instead I began caressing her breasts, and nipples.
She gasped when I touched her nipples, they would be very sensitive now due
to the dental floss tied tightly around each one. I saw that the floss had
loosened, and tightened the knot on each nipple. That got more gasps and
short, rapid breathing for a few seconds. When she had returned to normal I
resumed caressing the breasts, being very careful of the nipples but not
avoiding contact with them.

    Her hands were resting on her thighs. I took her right hand, kissed it,
then placed it over her right breast. When I let go, she began caressing
her right breast, trying to mimic what I was doing to her left breast.

    After several minutes, I took her left hand in mine, kissed it, and put
it on her left breast. She was now working on both of her breasts and I was
watching. I could see that her pussy was wet, and she had begun breathing
faster. She was smiling. I just watched her for a minute, then I began
gently teasing her pussy. As soon as I first entered her pussy with my
fingers, she began breathing in short gasps. I wished I had told her she
was free to cum all she wanted, but I didn't want to disrupt the rhythm by
removing an earplug to tell her. I decided to trust that she would cum if
she wanted to.

    Taking her right hand away from her breast, I kissed it again, then put
it on her pussy. She immediately took over the downstairs operation, and I
began caressing her right breast again. We were close enough that I could
lean forward and kiss her, which I did. She immediately put both arms
around my neck and began kissing me hungrily and passionately. We kissed
hard for perhaps a minute, then I gently pulled her arms away from me and
put them back where I wanted them. She resumed caressing her breast and
masturbating.

    After a few more minutes, I concluded she would have come by now if she
was going to. I wanted her to, but I couldn't figure out how to let her
know that. Finally I reached out and wrote "CUM" on her chest with my
finger. She cocked her head to one side, and I repeated the message with my
finger, very slowly. She smiled and came. After a minute I sent the message
again, and she came again.

    When she had come down from her orgasm, I gently took her hands away
from her breast and pussy, and kissed them. I cleaned her right hand with
my mouth, then reached over and kissed her. She again locked her arms
around my neck and kissed me hard. This time I let her decide how long we
kissed, which was a long time. When she finally broke the kiss she told me
she loved me. I gently pressed her lips together with my fingers, telling
her to keep silent. She nodded her head.

    We both drank from the canteen, then I tightened her floss again,
getting more gasps of pain. I hoped it was mild pain. Her nipples didn't
seem to be in bad shape, although it was difficult to judge their true
color after her dye job. I decided to trust that she would let me know if
she wanted to switch to the clips, although I knew she couldn't be entirely
trusted to avoid excess pain.

    I got Carrie to her feet and clipped her wrists together behind her
back, then folded the blanket and put it in her hands, and kissed her.
Positioning her reins over her shoulders, I began guiding her to the next
stop. The terrain was a little more rugged here, and she was going faster
than she should. She fell pretty hard, but again she remembered to turn to
her side. After helping her up, I checked her for cuts or scrapes, and
didn't see anything. Impulsively, I decided that punishment was due, so I
gave her a very hard open-handed swat across her ass.

    If I had thought first, I wouldn't have swatted her, considering the
problems she was having with spankings. She bowed her head, and I was
afraid she was going to lose it. I took her by both shoulders and shook her
mildly, then I put my hand under her chin and raised her head. I lightly
touched my lips to hers in a gentle kiss. She tried to press her lips to
mine in another hungry kiss, but I took her shoulders and pushed her back.
After a few seconds I again touched my lips to hers very lightly, and again
she tried to turn it into a passionate kiss. I pushed her back again, then
waited. The third time I kissed her lightly, she returned the kiss in kind.
I let go of her shoulders and we stood with our bodies in contact, lightly
and tenderly kissing for several minutes. I knew she was Ok then, so I
cupped her face in my hands and kissed her forehead. Then I straightened her
reins and we resumed our journey.

    She had learned from her punishment, and she was now doing an expert
job of handling varied terrain, but still making good time on smooth
terrain. In no time we arrived at the next stop. After I spread the
blanket, I released her hands, then removed the floss from her nipples. I
massaged them, causing her to gasp, then I began gently rolling them
between my thumb and finger. Soon I took her right hand and put it on her
right breast, and did the same on the left, and she was on autopilot.

    I stood back and watched her for perhaps a minute, then I took both her
hands in mine and led her onto the blanket. Sitting her down, I removed her
shoes and socks. I stood her up again, then indicated that I wanted her to
strip me. She didn't have any trouble doing that using the Braille-system,
but then I put the tube of sun block into her hand. She realized what it
was, and laughed. "Do you really want me to do this blindfolded, Master?"
she asked. Again I gently squeezed her lips together, then took her hand
that held the sun block and placed it on my chest. She sighed, took the cap
off of the tube and handed it to me, then began.

    She didn't get any sun block in my mouth or eyes, and she did pretty
much cover my body. What more could I ask of a deaf and blind slave? When
she finished, I capped the tube and tossed it aside. I gently pushed her to
her knees, then knelt in front of her and began caressing her breasts and
kissing her passionately. Soon I put her on her hands and knees and moved
to the rear. She was very wet, so I plunged my cock into her pussy for some
lubrication. Then I moved to her ass, and proceeded to give her a hard,
long fucking. About a minute into the process, I spelled out "CUM" on her
back with my finger, and we began a long series of very intense orgasms. It
lasted for perhaps a half hour, then I finally deflated. I wrapped my arms
around her waist and pulled her up onto her knees. She turned her head
around so we could kiss, then I pulled out of her ass and flopped on the
blanket.

    I took her hand and pulled her to me, and she immediately started to
locate my cock. She locked onto my dick with her mouth and began cleaning
me off and getting me hard again. By now I knew this was what she wanted to
do, so I just lay back and enjoyed it. She worked on me a long time before
I started coming again, then she matched me on each orgasm. Finally she
stopped, kissed my cock one last time, then sat on her knees. I grabbed the
canteen and gave it to her. She found the edge of the blanket, went a few
feet farther, then thoroughly rinsed out her mouth. She felt her way back
to me and lay down beside me. We held each other for a long time,
occasionally kissing and caressing.

    When I felt able, I positioned Carrie on her back with her legs spread,
then proceeded to give her a very long and thorough tongue job and nipple
exam. Then I sprawled out next to her, and started pulling her on top of
me. She knew the drill, so she helped guide my cock into her pussy, then
slid down and raised up on her elbows. I took control of her nipples, and
she lowered her body onto me. I began fucking her with long, slow strokes.
She knew I wanted her to remain still during this phase. She lay her head
on my chest, and I could hear her rapid breathing, punctuated with happy
sighs and occasional gasps.

    I was getting very tired, and  I think Carrie was, too. She still had
her toughest challenge ahead, so I decided we should move on. I let go of
her nipples and hugged her. she scooted up far enough that we could share a
last passionate kiss, then she stood and I moved her off the blanket.

    After attaching the nipple clips and reins, and clipping her wrists
behind her back, I gave her and myself a drink. I handed her the blanket,
and off we went.

    It wasn't far to the next stop, where I was planning to deliver her
next spanking. While we were walking, I was trying to think of a way to get
her out of whatever her problem was without discontinuing the spanking.
Finally I thought I had a way.

    At the next stop, I took off her nipple clips and released her wrists.
She was already trembling in anticipation. I spread the blanket, undressed
myself, and then positioned Carrie on her hands and knees. I spent a minute
caressing her ass, so she would be certain that her spanking was next. I
moved up to her head and kissed her on the lips, and now her trembling was
really strong. Moving back to her ass, I patted her and then gave her ten
really hard slaps, alternating on each cheek of her ass.

    After ten blows, I quickly repositioned myself for the next step. Then
I took her right wrist in my hand, and guided her hand until it contacted
my ass. I repeated the motion several times, with more force each time.
Then I let go of her and waited. She thought about if for long moments,
then she started spanking me. She wasn't hitting me nearly hard enough, so
I grabbed her wrist and slammed her palm onto my ass as hard as I could
without the risk of hurting her wrist. I let go and she began again, this
time she was hitting me hard.

    I didn't know if she would stop at ten, but she did. I again positioned
myself at her ass, and delivered ten more slaps, as hard as I could. She
was gasping when I finished. I quickly moved back to where she could spank
me, then nudged her. She located my ass by feel, then gave me ten very hard
slaps. When she finished, I knew I was going to be hurting when we were
done. But it would be worth it if this worked for Carrie.

    Again I moved back to her ass and gave her ten more blazing slaps on
her ass. Now she was sobbing softly, and I considered removing the
blindfold. But I decided it would stay on for the whole trip. I changed
position again, then nudged Carrie. She hesitated, still sobbing softly.
Finally she struck, and struck hard. It seemed she was hitting me as hard
as I was hitting her, I was amazed at her strength. My eyes began to water.

    We continued alternating until each of us had received the full 100
swats I had promised her. I was crying continuously, Carrie was crying,
sobbing, and gasping for air. When she delivered the final 10 blows to me,
I wanted her to know it was over, so I swung around and kissed her on the
lips. She grabbed me by the shoulders and launched herself at me, pushing
me onto my back. She landed on top of me, found my face again, and started
smothering me in strong, passionate kisses. After a long time, she put a
hand to each side of my face, pulled her head back from mine, and said,
"Carrie's back." I put my arms around her and we held each other for
several minutes.

    I gave her a drink and a kiss, then pulled her to her feet. She was
grinning ear-to-ear. I reattached the nipple clips and restrained her
wrists behind her back. After putting the blanket in her hands and
rearranging her reins, I gave her a kiss and then patted her lightly on her
ass. She laughed. I started her off for the final destination, quite a ways
from where we were.

    There was only one incident on the final leg. She got careless and fell
again. Once I had helped her up and determined she wasn't hurt, I gave her
another very hard slap across her ass. She took the blow, silently mouthed
"Thank you," and then assumed the Waiting Pose. I repositioned her reins
and started her off. Now I was grinning ear-to-ear.

    When we reached the final destination, I removed her reins and nipple
clips, then I took off her blindfold and took out her ear plugs. Her eyes
were still red from all the crying she had done, but she was beaming at me.
We looked at each other silently for a long moment, then she pressed her
body against me and gave me a very long, tender kiss. "You did it, Carrie,"
I said, "you made it to all the stops, you did a fine job, and you've come
back to me. I am so proud of you."

    "I'm proud of me too, Master," she said. "Now I know I have the
strength and the ability to do anything, to be anything for my Master."

    Reaching around her, I unfastened her wrists. I told her to spread the
blanket and assume the Learning Pose, and she quickly obeyed. Sitting in
front of her, I took her hands in mine. We looked at each other for a long
moment, then I asked her how she felt about being spanked hard and often.

    "It still makes me feel totally dominated and submissive, Master," she
replied.

    "Does it satisfy your need for pain, is it severe enough to give you
what you need?"

    "Yes, Master, I will never need to ask for anything more than frequent
hard spankings. My Master has given me exactly what I need, as usual."

    "And how do you feel about your Master right after he has spanked you?"

    "Master, this slave loves its Master, Master." As soon as she said
that, we both cracked up. After we had laughed awhile, I asked her
seriously if the whippings would still be incapacitating to her. "No,
Master," she said, "your slave will always provide the whole package for
you. I am your partner, your woman, your wife, and your slave, now and
forever."

    "If your Master decided you needed another spanking right now, would
that interfere with your ability to sexually please your Master when the
spanking was finished?"

    She broke her Pose to get on her hands and knees, and said "Absolutely
not, Master. Please let your Slave prove that to you."

    "And if your Master decides to spank you again, what will be the reason
for the spanking?"

    "The spanking would be administered for my Master's pleasure, and for
his Slave's pleasure.

    "And would the spanking be pleasurable for my Slave, so soon after her
last spanking?"

    "Yes, Master, your Slave would find pleasure along with the pain of
another spanking."

    I stood, then said, "Stand up, look at me, and tell me what Carrie
wants."

    She stood, walked up to me until her body was pressed against mine, met
my gaze, and said, "Listen, your spankings hurt like hell, but they're what
I need. I could use another one right now, if that's what you want to do.
But whether you spank me or not, I was promised a second fuck stop, and
this is it."

    I laughed, and told her we would wait until we were back home for her
next spanking, and right now I wanted her to strip me and give me a long
blow job. She immediately began removing my clothes. While she was
stripping me, I asked her how she liked spanking me. She said it hurt her
hand, she didn't know how I could so it so often without it hurting my
hand. "Who said it doesn't hurt?" I said. "But what I want to know is if
you enjoyed spanking me."

    "You'll find out during our next role reversal," she said with a smile.
Then she pushed me down and began a devastating blow job.

    We had our usual variety of sex, until we were both temporarily
satiated. We drank the last of the water, and I told her it was time to get
home, we got a late start and the sun was getting pretty low. Carrie asked
to put on the reins, blindfold, and earplugs, and be driven home, but I
refused because it was mostly downhill from our last stop to the house. She
agreed that she might not be ready for downhill yet. I got dressed while
Carrie folded the blanket. I realized then that we had not taken her
survival kit, and made a note not to forget that again. We set off home,
with her arm around my waist and my hand roaming over her ass.

    Philip had already left for the day. I told Carrie to go put her bonds
in the mural room, then wait for me in the bathroom. When I got there I
told her to use the toilet. I stripped, then played with her breasts until
she was done. We traded places, then took turns on the bidet and took a
quick shower. I told her we would both be naked tonight, and she she should
start dinner. She said she had done it last night. "I believe you're right,
Carrie, what's your point?" I asked. She smiled and set off for the
kitchen.

    I came into the kitchen and gave her a kiss on the neck. She turned
around to kiss me, but I pointed to a stool. She walked to the stool, bent
over, and braced her hands on the rim of the stool. "This will just be a
quickie," I told her. "You'll still have two full spankings before tonight
is over."

    "Yes, Master," she said quietly. I walked up to her and spanked her as
hard as my sore hands could stand for five minutes. When she stood up, her
tears were flowing freely, but she was not sobbing. She thanked me, and I
gave her a peck on the lips and told her to continue with dinner. I sat and
watched her awhile to make sure she wasn't going to start acting stupid
again, then I opened a bottle of wine and poured each of us a glass. I
offered her a sip, and she met my gaze while she sipped. Then she smiled
and thanked me. I wiped a remaining tear from her cheek with my finger,
then kissed her.

    I sat and watched Carrie and sipped my wine. It suddenly occurred to me
how happy I was with her, and how much I treasured being here. I began to
feel a little guilty over the spankings. I asked her if her ass was very
sore. She turned around and looked at me. "You're not chickening out on me,
are you?" she asked. I asked her what she meant. "You just started the
spankings, you've spanked the hell out of me today, with more to come You
know they're a positive for me, but you already want to know if my ass
hurts? Of course it hurts. But you promised me a week of evaluation before
we discussed if we would continue. Believe me, if I get so sore I can't
take any more, I'll let you know."

    "Jeez," I said, "I think I liked you better when you were kissing my
feet."

    She smiled, and said, "Sorry Master, I was out of line." Then she
grinned and asked, "Should I bend over the stool again, Master?" I laughed
and told her not just yet.

Saturday, 29 August 2015

Such a small word, so large meaning...





Training Carrie, chapter 34

novel by Jay West

Training Carrie by Her Master

by Jay West

Chapter 34

     "Your Master will be happy to spend some quality cuddling time with his
wife, right after she makes some dinner for us. Something quick and light,
please." She looked a little disappointed that the cuddling would be
delayed, but she curtsied and left for the kitchen. As she went out the
door, I told her to put her skirt back on before starting dinner. "Yes,
Master," she replied without looking back.

    I relaxed in the bedroom for about 10 minutes, then joined Carrie in
the kitchen. Coming up behind her, I took a breast in each hand and kissed
the back of her neck. She froze what she was doing and turned her head
around for a kiss on the lips, which I happily provided. She asked if the
skirt should go, and I told her to keep it on, I enjoyed the mystery. "Ha!"
she snorted, "If there's still a mystery under here, you haven't been
paying attention, Master."

    "There will always be a mystery about you, Carrie, and that's how I
want it. Yes, I know your body about as intimately as I possibly could, but
you keep surprising me with your wonderful mind, your terrific sense of
humour, the depth of your submission, and your commitment to our
partnership. Not to mention that you get more beautiful by the hour." She
just smiled and kissed me again. "Yes, Master, I know," she said with a
wicked grin.

    I sat down on a chair and watched her as she continued to make dinner.
"I've spanked you twice in the last day or so, Carrie. Until now I had
never done that. I want to know how you feel about it."

    She was silent for a long time. "Don't you have a reply for your
Master?" I finally asked her.

    "I was trying to think of the right words, Master. I have conflicting
feelings about it, I'm not sure I know exactly how I feel about it."

    "Ok, I'll ask you questions, and you answer them. Do you want me to
stop spanking you?"

    After a pause, she answered quietly, "No, Master."

    "Does it bother you that I've spanked you for my pleasure, and
hopefully yours, and not as punishment?"

    "That's part of what's troubling me, Master. I know I haven't broken
any rules, and I don't think I've angered you, so it doesn't seem like I
should be whipped."

    "First of all, you weren't whipped, you were spanked with my open hand.
Second, you are right that you hadn't done anything wrong. You have been a
perfect slave during the period of time you were spanked. Would it help if
I explicitly promise you that you will never be punished except when we are
downstairs, and that any pain I give you upstairs or outside is strictly
for my pleasure and yours?"

    "It's still confusing, Master. When you flog me downstairs, that's not
punishment either."

    "So what are you saying, Carrie? Can't you tell the difference between
a flogging or spanking versus an application of the crop or whip? Surely
the crop or whip are much more severe. What can we do to separate pain
administered for punishment from pain administered for pleasure?"

    After a long pause, Carrie said, "Master, I thought we agreed that I
should try to suppress my masochism, and get over my desire to have you
inflict pain on me. Now you are inflicting pain on me more often. Don't you
see why that confuses me?"

    "Do you remember my reason for not wanting to apply the amount of pain
that would to satisfy your needs?"

    She though for a moment, then said "You were worried about damaging my
body, my skin, Master." As she said that, a slow smile crept over her face.

    "Did you ever hear of anyone getting permanently damaged by a spanking,
Carrie?" I asked her.

    Now she was grinning. "No, Master," she replied.

    "Is dinner ready, Carrie?"

    "In about 5 minutes, Master. The table is set, and we just need to wait
for everything to get hot."

    "Then drop your skirt and come and lean over the chair, Carrie. Five
minutes will do."

    "Yes, Master," she said quietly as she took off her skirt and bent over
the chair. My hand was a little sore from earlier, but I gave her a hard
five minutes of spanking. When I stopped and told her to stand up, the
tears we rolling down her face. She faced me with her eyes downcast, but a
slight smile on her lips.

    "Tell me how that makes you feel, Slave," I ordered.

    "Master, it makes me feel very dominated, and very submissive, Master."

    "It's going to be like this for a few days, maybe a week, Carrie. At
random times during the day you will receive hard spankings. Unless I tell
you otherwise, the spankings will be delivered for my pleasure, not as
punishment. After that time we will discuss whether we should continue with
spanking or not. Tell your Master how you feel about that."

    She did something so unexpected, I couldn't believe it was happening at
first. She fell to her knees and started kissing my feet. I told her to
stop it and stand up. When she was standing, her eyes were still downcast.
I told her to look at me, and reluctantly she raised her eyes. I told her
to explain why she kissed my feet. She swallowed hard, but kept quiet.
"Speak!" I said.

    She lowered her eyes again, and said in a very quiet voice, "Master, It
was the most submissive act I could think of performing, Master."

    I told her to put dinner on the table, and we would continue talking
while we ate. When we were at the table, she was still naked. She asked
formally if she could eat dinner on her knees off the floor. I told her she
could not, and she would sit her bare ass in the chair now so we could
begin dinner. She sat.

    A few minutes into the meal, I asked her why she had to perform the
most submissive act she could think of for her Master. "Master, that's how
it makes your Slave feel to be spanked hard and to know that the spanking
will be repeated frequently, Master."

    I told her that she had not been ordered to use formal speech, which
was generally reserved for downstairs, and she would knock it off right now
and talk to me like my wife. She said that was difficult for her to do
right now. She felt more enslaved to me than she dreamed possible, she was
having a hard time dealing with it. "Do you want me to stop spanking you,
Carrie?" I asked.

    "Please, Master, don't do that. It's wonderful, I can't describe how it
makes me feel, it's even more devastating than when you grab my pussy lips
with both your hands. I feel so submissive, so enslaved, it drives all
thoughts out of my  mind. And the pain is wonderful, it's exactly what I've
craved, what I've tried to deny I needed because of my promises to you."

    "When it first occurred to me to spank you," I told her, "I was hoping
it would act as an escape valve for your masochism. I'm glad I was right
about that. But I can't have you dropping to kiss my feet, refusing to look
at me, and lapsing into formal slave behavior all the time. That's for
downstairs, all except the foot kissing. Foot kissing is not appropriate
anywhere, well maybe in bed. But when we're not in the basement under
formal rules, you are my partner, my woman, my wife, and also my slave.
When I choose to dominate you, I will do so. You will submit to my
domination whenever I choose, and then you will return to being my partner,
my woman, my wife, and my slave. I require the whole package. Do you
understand what I'm demanding of you, and can you do it for your Master,
for your partner?"

    She sat up straight, looked me in the eye, and said, "Give me a little
time, Master, and I'll be back. Please don't stop the spanking. I thought
my life with you was perfect, but you've made it better."

    "Were you spanked as a child, Carrie?" I asked her. She said she had
never been spanked until her Master spanked her. I asked her why it took
her three spankings before she had such an extreme reaction to it. She
thought for a moment, then said she thought the first spanking was just
payback for the way she had treated me during our role reversal. She was
sure I'd get over it and stop spanking her soon. Then when I spanked her in
the bedroom earlier tonight she knew it wasn't a temporary thing, and it
started affecting her more profoundly. Then when I spanked her again
tonight in the kitchen, after helping her understand what I was trying to
accomplish, her reaction overwhelmed her.

    We had long since finished dinner. I told her to stand up, then bend
over the back of her chair. She jumped to comply. When she was positioned,
I got up and started to clear the table. When all the dishes had been
removed and the dishwasher started, I returned to her. I stood behind her
for a few minutes, then began to caress her ass and the back of her
thighs. She was trembling, and pussy juices were running down both of her
legs. "Carrie," I finally said, "you have a choice to make. We will perform
one of three actions together, starting as soon as you choose which one.
The first is that I will put you in your slave bed downstairs, give your
the most severe spanking you have yet had, and leave you there for the
night. The second is that I will put you in your slave bed downstairs, fuck
you all over, and leave you there for the night. The third is that we will
go to the bedroom and cuddle as we had earlier planned, then we will go to
bed without any further sex. What is your preference?"

    "For options one and two, will my Master be staying downstairs with his
slave?" she asked. I told her that I would not be staying with her this
time, but I would do my best to be there for her when she woke up.

    "Then I choose option three, Master," she said. I told her she could
stand up, and she turned around and looked into my eyes. "I love you,
Master," she said.

    "I love you too, Carrie. Would it be helpful if we were Bill and Carrie
for the rest of the evening?"

    She put her arms around me and kissed me. "That would be perfect," she
said. "You always understand."

    "Do you want to meet Bill naked, with your skirt on, or fully dressed?"

    "Skirt only, Master, because I actually feel more naked like that than
I do now. It's time for Bill and I to discuss my life with my Master, and
feelings of nakedness are a big part of that life." We shared a smile,
knowing that the nakedness she was talking about wasn't just physical. I was
requiring her more and more to be mentally and emotionally naked, and she
wanted to talk about it. I told her to grab her skirt, a bottle of wine and
some glasses from the kitchen, and Bill would join her in the bedroom in a
few minutes. Smiling, she kissed me again and ran to the kitchen.

    When I entered the bedroom, Carrie was sitting in a chair. She said
hello to Bill, then asked how I liked her topless. I told her I liked her
fine topless, but why was she wearing the skirt?

    She didn't waste any time. "In my other life, I'm a slave. This is how
my Master commanded me to dress earlier this evening, before dinner. I will
never give up that life, I will be with the man who is my Master until I
die or until he doesn't want me any more. I wanted you to know that."

    "Gee," I said, "I take it you're happy as a slave, since you say you
wouldn't give it up. Is it hard? Do you have to do things you don't want to
do? Does he force you to have sex against your will? Do you love him? Do
you think he'll change his mind and not want you someday?"

    She gave me a sharp look. "Tough questions, Bill. I'll answer the best
I can. Yes, I am happier than I thought it was possible to be. Yes, it is
very, very hard. There is no way I could make you understand how hard it
is. I have to defy my nature, my being, every second of my life to submit
to this man. But I wouldn't have it any other way. A week ago I would have
said yes, I have to do many things I don't want to. That's not true any
more. Now I want to do everything and anything he tells me, asks me, or
even seems like he might ask me to do.

    "No, he has never forced me to have sex against my will. With this man,
sex against my will would be impossible. Whatever he wants to do with me or
to me, I willingly and eagerly accept it.

    "I tell him I love him, but it's a lie. There isn't a word to describe
how I feel about him. Calling it love is a pathetically inadequate
description. I worship him like a god, that's a better description than
love. And yes, I think one day he won't want to be with me any more."
She gave me a hard look. "That day is too horrible to think about, never bring it up again."

    She stood up and poured two glasses of wine. After handing one to me,
she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Picking up her glass, she
turned her back to me. Looking over her shoulder, she asked "Is my ass red,
Bill? My Master has started spanking me frequently." I told her it didn't
look red to me, it was beautiful. I asked her why her Master spanked her.
She said it was because that was exactly what she needed, and her Master
had figured that out. I asked her why she needed to be spanked. "Because it
is the best possible alternative, to save a pain slut from causing herself
harm. My Master understood what I needed, and knew that I wouldn't be able
to deny my nature forever, so he found a solution to save me.

    "I have two good men in my life, Bill, my Master and you. You know
where I should be? Where I deserve to be? I should be in some rich
bastard's slave stable, being whipped and fucked against my will
god-only-knows how many times a day. That's what I signed up for, Bill. I
didn't think I was signing up for that, because I was stupid. But that's
where I should have wound up. My Master saved me from that. His love saved
me, and destroyed his life. You want to know if he'll leave me someday? He
would be a fool not to leave."

    I wanted to stop her at this point, but I didn't know how to do it and
remain Bill. "Seems like you're feeling pretty sorry for yourself, Carrie.
So you escaped a bad fate and wound up with someone you want to be with.
Why is that so bad?"

    "Oh, it's not bad, Billy Boy, not bad at all. If you don't count the
lives I've screwed up along the way, my lifelong friends, my Master, you."

    "My life isn't ruined, Carrie. I'm here with you now because I want to
be. If anything, you helped me get out of a place I didn't belong, and now
I'm very happy with where I am and who I'm with. Do you think there is
anyone supporting you here who would not willingly do anything for you,
including dying? Tell me what's really on your mind. Tell me what you can't
tell your Master.

    That got her attention, she looked at me sharply. "If I can't tell my
Master, what makes you think I can tell you?"

    "Because it needs to be said, and if you won't say it to me, and you
can't tell your Master, who can you tell?"

    After looking at me for a long moment, she sank to her knees, then sat
on the floor. She looked up at me with a pleading expression. "I'm so
afraid, please help me," she said.

    I sat in front of her and took her hands. She looked at our hands, and
I knew she was confused now, was she with Bill or Master? Fuck it, it
didn't matter. I told her to look at me, then I said, "Help is right here,
Carrie. What do you need?"

    "I can't ask you, Master, I have no right to ask you for anything."

    "Quite the contrary, Carrie, you are required to ask me for any help
you need. It isn't our Master/Slave relationship that requires it, it is
our partnership that requires it. We are in this together."

    "Well then how do I tell you my fear is that our partnership is an
illusion, Master? If you wanted to dump me and leave, would our partnership
prevent that from happening? If you get tired of being cooped up here, or
if you get tired of me and leave, what will I do? You have become my whole
life. All I am now is your slave. If you leave, what will I do? Turn myself
in to the organization? Find the rich bastard I should have wound up with,
knock on his door, say 'here I am, sorry I'm late'?"

    She took a deep breath. "Why did you have to ask me if I thought you
wouldn't want me someday? I thought you were just going to relieve some of
the pressure I felt from my slavery by letting me have some time with Bill.
What was that bullshit about leaving me? You're going to leave, aren't you?
This is your way of telling me."

    I almost laughed, but that would have been a serious error at this
time. "I'm never going to leave you, Carrie. What can I do to prove that to
you?"

    "Why did you say that? Why did you bring up the subject of you leaving
me? Why? Why? Explain it to me."

    "I did it because I'm an idiot. It was something I thought Bill would
ask after what you had told him. Bill was trying to find out if he was
always going to be second banana, so to speak."

    She grinned briefly at the banana reference, then scowled again. "How
can I believe you?" she asked.

    I needed to lighten things up, so I risked a little more humour. "I
don't suppose it would work if I commanded you to believe me?" Her scowl
deepened. "Look, Carrie, you should believe me because you know what an
idiot I can be. Read my lips. I SCREWED UP. I love you and I'll never leave
you, that's the simple truth. You either have to believe me, or spell out
what I need to do to convince you. Otherwise we're at an impasse, and we
both lose. Now come on, let's reason this out together. we're good at
that."

    She looked up at me. "We are good at that," she said. "Can I believe
you? I want to."

    I looked into her eyes, and said, "Yes, you can believe me. You KNOW
you can believe me. Don't you know I love you? And whether you believe me
or not, never again say that you are nothing but my slave. You are whatever
you want to be."

    She began crying. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "Of course I believe you.
Please forgive me."

    "That was bullshit wasn't it, that part about worshipping me like a
god?"

    She shook her head No. "Don't ever leave me, please don't. I would
die."

    "I never will. Hey, if you can't trust your god, who can you trust?"

    "Are you going to use that against me from now on, or was this the one
time?"

    "It will come up just once more, when you feel like explaining it to
me. 'Cause I'm just a guy, not a god. So I need to know what you were
really thinking when you said that."

    "Ok, but not now."

    "I think I heard Bill down the hall, Carrie. He's a really nice guy,
even though he says stupid things sometimes. Why don't you get off the
floor, and I'll go see if I can find him." I walked to the kitchen and
back. She was sitting in the chair, naked. She stood up and walked to me.

    "Can I have a kiss, Bill?, she asked?  She gave me a long, sensual
kiss, appropriate for someone she had a sexual history with. Finally she
broke the kiss, looked in my eyes, and said, "Bill, did I ever tell you
that I'm a sex slave for a Master whom I worship as a god?" She had a
barely detectable smile.

    I tried my best to keep a straight face. "No, Carrie, but I would love
to hear all about it, if you would like to tell me."

    She said it was a long story, and I told her I had all the time in the
world, and was very interested in any aspects of her life she would share
with me. She asked me to sit in the most comfortable chair in the room,
then she picked up a glass of wine, curled up in my lap, and offered me a
sip. After taking a sip herself, she began telling her story.

    We talked all night. We were still talking when Philip looked in on us
in the morning. I already knew almost everything she told me, but now I
knew it from her side as well as mine. I had never understood how much
against her nature it was for her to be a slave, and how hard it was for
her to be submissive. The hardest thing I had to accept was why she does
it. Everything she does, she does because she loves me and treasures our
partnership. She was wrong about me leaving, I would never have left her.
But if I had been planning to dump her, I doubt I could have done it after
what she let me see. Now I know that she was exaggerating when she said she
worshipped me like a god, but she only exaggerated a little. From this
point on, it was going to be a lot more difficult for me to play the part
of her dominating master, but I knew she still needed me in that role, and
I would try my best to meet her needs.

    We told Philip we had been up all night, and we were going to bed. We
would catch him later and see about lunch. We went to use the toilet. While
she sat and I held her hands, I asked her if she needed Bill to stay. She
said No, she needed her Master now. I told her he was here, and would
always be here any time she needed him. We kissed.

    When we got in bed, she climbed on top of me and said she wanted to go
to sleep with my cock in her pussy. She slid down and took my cock in her
mouth, and got me hard in only a few seconds. She slid back up and guided
me into her, then she sighed and told me good night. We both went to sleep
immediately.

    I woke up and looked at the clock. It was a few minutes past noon. She
was still on top of me, my dick was still hard, and her pussy was very wet.
I didn't even want to think about how much sex we had had in our sleep. I
shook Carrie and told her to wake up, we had things to do today. She looked
at me sleepily and kissed me. Then she remembered last night, and seemed
embarrassed. I told her I would never leave her, and she smiled and said
she believed me. She gave me an evil grin, and said she deserved a good
spanking for the way she behaved last night. I told her she deserved four
spankings, and if my hands could stand it, I would give her an extra before
bedtime tonight. I told her to go and wait for me at the toilet, then she
would get her first spanking before our shower. "Five, Master?" she asked.

    "Would you like to go for six, Slave," I asked. She jumped out of bed
and ran into the bathroom. She was in the Waiting position when I staggered
into the bathroom. "Sit," I said, then knelt in front of her and began
playing with her breasts. I looked up and saw her looking into my eyes. She
had tears running down her cheeks. "Are you still worried I plan to leave
you?" I asked her.

    "No, Master, I'm embarrassed and so very much in love."

    "Embarrassed about last night?" I asked. She nodded. "Don't be," I told
her. It was stupid of Bill to plant that suggestion in her mind. I said I
was going to beat the shit out of him for doing that to her, and she asked
me not to beat him up, she loved him as well as her Master. I said Ok, he
would get a pass this time, which caused her to smile.

    We swapped places on the toilet. I told her to to use the bidet, then
bend over the tub for her spanking. I said she would count out loud the
number of times I slapped her ass, and we would stop at 100. That would
give her a count of 400 or 500 for today, which would be a short day, since
we slept all morning. I told her that over the next few days, we would work
up to 1000 per day. She gulped, said "Yes, Master," and took her position
over the edge of the tub.

    When I finished on the bidet, I walked over to her and asked her if she
was ready to count out her spanking. "Yes, Master," she said quietly. I
closed the bathroom door, then began her spanking. She did pretty well up
to 50, then her silent crying turned to sobbing and she had trouble
counting out. I told her we would start over if she lost count or couldn't
keep speaking the count. I paused a moment for her to regain control, then
began again. She made it all the way to 100, but just barely. She was
sobbing uncontrollably. I told her she would straighten up, meet her
Master's gaze, thank her Master for the spanking, and then kiss her Master
on the lips.

    She stood up straight and turned to face me. Tears were running down
her face, her lips were quivering, and she was still sobbing. She met my
gaze, and I have never seen a more submissive look from any slave. She took
a deep, gasping breath, and thanked me for her spanking. Then she tenderly
kissed me on the lips. After the kiss, she kept her face close to mine, and
said with her eyes lowered, "You are my love and my life, and I adore you."
Then she dropped to her knees and bowed her head.

    I ran my fingers through her hair, then said, "Stand up, Carrie, and
don't do that again without being commanded to." She stood up, and I raised
her head and kissed her passionately on the lips. "Have I lost a lover and
picked up a worshipper?" I asked. "You will remember your other roles, as my
partner, my woman, my wife, and act accordingly."

    She straightened up, took a deep breath, looked up and met my gaze,
then said, "You overwhelm me Master, it's very hard to snap back after such
intense domination."

    "Learn," I said. "I want Carrie here right now."

    She took another deep breath. Tears were still running down her cheeks.
"Ok, I'm here," she said.

    "Don't leave again," I ordered. I told her to turn on the shower so we
could get cleaned up and start our day. When we were both under the shower,
I dropped to my knees and began tenderly kissing her pussy. After a few
minutes, I looked up and said, "Remember this?" She smiled and nodded.
"Remember me?" She nodded again, grinning this time. "Good, now soap me up,
then I'll soap you up, then we can begin our day". Still grinning, she
began soaping my body.

Friday, 28 August 2015

Greed

First, there was The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Then, she Played With Fire and Kicked the Hornet’s Nest. More than 10 years ago Lisbeth Salander’s creator Stieg Larsson died before he got the chance to see his books become so famous. His publisher and the heirs of his estate (his father and brother, his wife did not get one penny from the millons the books made worldwide because they were not married) ordered a Swedish writer to write a sequel.

Stieg Larsson cannot object anymore. And the book will make the father, brother and publisher richer and richer and richer and richer.

How much money you have, it is never, ever enough.



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