I haven't acted out my slavery in months. The organic experience of parenthood stripped us both back down to our conditioned responses. He, the doting husband and father; me, the recovering and overwhelmed new mother. Master and slave took a back seat to "can you take her for a few hours? I'm about to pass out"
My reflection is disheveled. My hair barely sees a brush, let alone shampoo. My armpits are fuzzy. My eyes more often than not hold nothing but a haunted fixation on some point in the distance, the light symbolic of sleep. Even now as I type this, tucked alone in bed, my key clicks are as soft as possible as to not wake the half asleep baby who lays in her crib, shifting in a threatening manner every few moments.
The room behind me is a suitable backdrop. Filth is caked everywhere. Dishes and trash lay untouched. An occasional bug boldly ventures forth to inspect what humans no longer appear to care for.
I want the reflection to glisten. I want happy, clean children. I want three meals a day, served neatly at a table in a clean dining room. I want the picket fence. My dream reflection is focused on giving them the television perfect childhood. Where does Master sit in this image? I don't worry about him. He's a big boy, he can pull down his own pants when he goes to the bathroom.
In order to give them the perfect childhood, they need parents with the perfect marriage. For us, the perfect marriage involves secret beatings and harsh words spoken in love and lust.
I feel like I'm sitting half in a murky puddle, looking down at this imperfect reflection, with a bright, clear vessel of water sitting just out of reach. I can just barely see the reflection of a luscious slave, surrounded by perfection and order. In order to fully see her, I would have to stand up and walk over to the vessel. I can't get up because I'm sitting in quicksand. Not enough to pull me down further, just enough to keep me locked in place.
Maybe that's why slaves need Masters.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Whore Commandments
1. I shall only strive to serve and worship Master.
2. I shall trust Master completely.
3. I shall not cum unless told.
4. I shall never hide my body or mind from Master.
5. I shall actively participate in my slavery, not just passively react.
6. I shall crave Master’s cum, piss, and sexual attention.
7. I shall always act and appear sexually pleasing in an appropriate way.
8. I shall quietly listen when spoken to and speak when prompted.
9. I shall wear whatever mark of ownership Master places on me.
10. I shall learn whatever skills and behaviors Master tells me to.
2. I shall trust Master completely.
3. I shall not cum unless told.
4. I shall never hide my body or mind from Master.
5. I shall actively participate in my slavery, not just passively react.
6. I shall crave Master’s cum, piss, and sexual attention.
7. I shall always act and appear sexually pleasing in an appropriate way.
8. I shall quietly listen when spoken to and speak when prompted.
9. I shall wear whatever mark of ownership Master places on me.
10. I shall learn whatever skills and behaviors Master tells me to.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Schedule
I have never been big on manipulating a slave's schedule to the umpteenth degree. I can understand why some Masters would like to do this, but I have never had the inclination or desire to do so. I have tried it a couple times in the past, but as I was far too lenient with the whore back then, it never really did any good anyhow.
I have as of today however realized that there is at least one part of her schedule that I will need to control more closely... her sleep schedule. Nothing interrupts training more completely than a slave who is too tired to move. While you can still fuck them that way, it's not near as fulfilling and they don't get half of the training worth out of it as if they were wide awake for you to torture and take your pleasure out on.
So as I sit here writing this, I am quite aware that though I may be a night owl, I need to make sure she gets to bed a lot earlier than me so she can be the little sexy slut that I'm training her to be.
-Master
I have as of today however realized that there is at least one part of her schedule that I will need to control more closely... her sleep schedule. Nothing interrupts training more completely than a slave who is too tired to move. While you can still fuck them that way, it's not near as fulfilling and they don't get half of the training worth out of it as if they were wide awake for you to torture and take your pleasure out on.
So as I sit here writing this, I am quite aware that though I may be a night owl, I need to make sure she gets to bed a lot earlier than me so she can be the little sexy slut that I'm training her to be.
-Master
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Sex...slave...?
As soon as I decided to start this blog, both whore and I started looking around at existing blogs of Masters, Mistresses, and slaves.
A lot of the blogs are hard to actually call M/s as about the only thing M/s or D/s is the fact that someone has their name capitalized. Now before everyone gets up in arms about the comment, hear me out.
Sex slaves are what?
Slaves...used for sex. Theoretically. A sex slave that is not used for sex is just a slave. A slave that wheedles out of doing some things that their owner wants is a submissive. A submissive that does nothing but sit around the house and complain that things aren't as they should be, has no real sex to speak of, and can't list out even a couple things that they will do when asked without even thinking about it, is either a wannabe whose partner is not into it or is in denial while living a vanilla relationship.
Out of all the blogs I have found recently, all the slaves are complaining about lack of sex. With no exceptions. Again, a sex slave that is not used for sex is a slave, not a sex slave. By and large most of the slaves out there would MUCH rather be sex slaves. If you own one, for the love of whatever it is that you do love, USE THEM. Use them well, use them often, and make sure they are a quivering mass of lust when you are done with them for the moment. This is what they want, it's what they need, and it's what YOU as a Master need.
Now the Masters blogs I've seen lately... have no mention of sex at all. In fact, most mention how lucky they are that their slave did this or that for them. I can practically hear the girlish squeals of glee in the posts.
If there isn't enough sex going on, take them. Are they feeling down that day? Guess what... endorphins from sex will fix that. Are YOU feeling down or tired? Same thing, same result. If you have a sex slave and you're not using them to the fullest you are wasting your time and theirs. I promise you if you just take them and fuck them however YOU want to fuck them...again...and again...and again they will not only start to crave it even more, but they will love you with a devotion that most vanilla couples could not even believe exists.
When a slave hasn't had sex in awhile, the hormone levels can die down a bit. This can mean lack of cravings (though I assure you they are still there in the background), or it could mean excuses when you try to use them. Not in the mood? That's okay, you're a slave... I'm going to use you anyways. Not feeling well? Well point whichever end of you doesn't feel good away from me, and I'll fuck the other side until you DO feel good... and you will.
Slaves, if you're not being used enough(and you KNOW if you're not), let your Master/Mistress know you need it! Don't sit there and wait for it. If there's a problem with them taking you, it's going to keep being a problem. Somehow they have to find out that it is in fact what you want. You are a slave... make sure your owner knows it. Sometimes we can forget these things as silly as it sounds. It is especially easy to if we have actually feelings for you. Help us through it, it will benefit everyone.
Now I'm going to bring this rant to a close, but please remember what I started this with.
slave used for sex = sex slave
slave used only for manual labor around the house = slave
slave used rarely for things around the house and often "doesn't feel like doing that" = submissive
submissive who never feels like doing anything except complaining = in denial or is in dire need of a new Master or Mistress. (Pay attention Masters/Mistresses if you're in this last category... be careful!)
-Master
A lot of the blogs are hard to actually call M/s as about the only thing M/s or D/s is the fact that someone has their name capitalized. Now before everyone gets up in arms about the comment, hear me out.
Sex slaves are what?
Slaves...used for sex. Theoretically. A sex slave that is not used for sex is just a slave. A slave that wheedles out of doing some things that their owner wants is a submissive. A submissive that does nothing but sit around the house and complain that things aren't as they should be, has no real sex to speak of, and can't list out even a couple things that they will do when asked without even thinking about it, is either a wannabe whose partner is not into it or is in denial while living a vanilla relationship.
Out of all the blogs I have found recently, all the slaves are complaining about lack of sex. With no exceptions. Again, a sex slave that is not used for sex is a slave, not a sex slave. By and large most of the slaves out there would MUCH rather be sex slaves. If you own one, for the love of whatever it is that you do love, USE THEM. Use them well, use them often, and make sure they are a quivering mass of lust when you are done with them for the moment. This is what they want, it's what they need, and it's what YOU as a Master need.
Now the Masters blogs I've seen lately... have no mention of sex at all. In fact, most mention how lucky they are that their slave did this or that for them. I can practically hear the girlish squeals of glee in the posts.
If there isn't enough sex going on, take them. Are they feeling down that day? Guess what... endorphins from sex will fix that. Are YOU feeling down or tired? Same thing, same result. If you have a sex slave and you're not using them to the fullest you are wasting your time and theirs. I promise you if you just take them and fuck them however YOU want to fuck them...again...and again...and again they will not only start to crave it even more, but they will love you with a devotion that most vanilla couples could not even believe exists.
When a slave hasn't had sex in awhile, the hormone levels can die down a bit. This can mean lack of cravings (though I assure you they are still there in the background), or it could mean excuses when you try to use them. Not in the mood? That's okay, you're a slave... I'm going to use you anyways. Not feeling well? Well point whichever end of you doesn't feel good away from me, and I'll fuck the other side until you DO feel good... and you will.
Slaves, if you're not being used enough(and you KNOW if you're not), let your Master/Mistress know you need it! Don't sit there and wait for it. If there's a problem with them taking you, it's going to keep being a problem. Somehow they have to find out that it is in fact what you want. You are a slave... make sure your owner knows it. Sometimes we can forget these things as silly as it sounds. It is especially easy to if we have actually feelings for you. Help us through it, it will benefit everyone.
Now I'm going to bring this rant to a close, but please remember what I started this with.
slave used for sex = sex slave
slave used only for manual labor around the house = slave
slave used rarely for things around the house and often "doesn't feel like doing that" = submissive
submissive who never feels like doing anything except complaining = in denial or is in dire need of a new Master or Mistress. (Pay attention Masters/Mistresses if you're in this last category... be careful!)
-Master
Sex Slaves are for Sex (and lots of it)
Please forgive the hostile wording of this post, but the topic gets me fired up:
Sex slaves are for sex. They are, in their toned prime, quivering and whimpering beasts that can think about nothing else besides a Master's use.
Master and I have been reading a lot of online sex slave blogs lately, trying to find some that he would like to add links to. A reoccurring theme that we've noticed on almost every single blog is the poor slave being restricted to maybe one fuck a day if she's "lucky".
I don't know if there's a genetic abnormality that causes a sex slave to need more sex than the average person, but I know from personal experience that my hormones go bitch-haywire when I'm not fucked into submission. I'm either a pain and humiliation craving whore or a full fledged nag of a wife. There is a boring in between where I maintain a happy homemaker on just a few fucks a week, but not a sexy one.
Why keep a sex slave to not have massive amounts of brutal sex with? Why does the average office worker with a four door sedan need a luscious animal penned up in his bedroom? Real men, the kind that need to brutalize and dominate a woman in every molecule of her being, are going to use a slave until she can't breathe ... and then some. It's akin to buying a multi million dollar sports car and not even parking it a garage; just leaving it in the backyard under a tree and maybe turning the engine over once a month if it's "lucky". Have you ever met someone with a border collie? Try keeping one of those and giving it a simple walk once a day, "if it's lucky".
This might be a case of "I know how life should be lived and everyone else has it wrong", but I'm firmly convinced that a Master who doesn't know and utilize the true purpose of his sex slave deserves the hormonally imbalanced bitchiness that ensues.
-Whore
Sex slaves are for sex. They are, in their toned prime, quivering and whimpering beasts that can think about nothing else besides a Master's use.
Master and I have been reading a lot of online sex slave blogs lately, trying to find some that he would like to add links to. A reoccurring theme that we've noticed on almost every single blog is the poor slave being restricted to maybe one fuck a day if she's "lucky".
I don't know if there's a genetic abnormality that causes a sex slave to need more sex than the average person, but I know from personal experience that my hormones go bitch-haywire when I'm not fucked into submission. I'm either a pain and humiliation craving whore or a full fledged nag of a wife. There is a boring in between where I maintain a happy homemaker on just a few fucks a week, but not a sexy one.
Why keep a sex slave to not have massive amounts of brutal sex with? Why does the average office worker with a four door sedan need a luscious animal penned up in his bedroom? Real men, the kind that need to brutalize and dominate a woman in every molecule of her being, are going to use a slave until she can't breathe ... and then some. It's akin to buying a multi million dollar sports car and not even parking it a garage; just leaving it in the backyard under a tree and maybe turning the engine over once a month if it's "lucky". Have you ever met someone with a border collie? Try keeping one of those and giving it a simple walk once a day, "if it's lucky".
This might be a case of "I know how life should be lived and everyone else has it wrong", but I'm firmly convinced that a Master who doesn't know and utilize the true purpose of his sex slave deserves the hormonally imbalanced bitchiness that ensues.
-Whore
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
M/s-love
Life has managed to get in the way a bit the past couple days. I did not use my whore near as much as I should have to keep her training on track and she slipped backwards a little because of it. Nicely though I was able to make up for that tody and drive her deeper down the rabbit-hole with generous helpings of sex and pain.
My use of "generous" brings me to the real topic for this particular blog post: Love in an M/s relationship.
Some people say you cannot completely enslave someone you love. You can, I know. The real question in my mind is what form that love will take when training is "complete". It will always be necessary to reinforce her training of course, so it is never fully "complete". Nor would I want it to be... where would the fun in THAT be? I do believe that enslaving someone you love takes more tenacity and follow-through. It takes longer to shed the "I wonder what she's feeling/thinking" as a mitigating factor on your desires and actions. The most important part is to throw this out. Obviously a slave's feelings/thoughts should not matter in what the Master is going to do. Until the point when she can pull the relevant thoughts from his head, body-language, or mannerisms. Once this is done by the whore it's only for the reason that she may have caught something useful from your subconscious that it matters at all.
I did not end up fucking the whore's ass as intended on Sunday. I say as intended because I did fuck her there with a vibrator for a bit, though not with my cock. I have her using the vibrator to loosen up a bit so I don't completely rip her open.
For now I shall leave this update short and get on with the evening. Expect to hear about how the whore learns to love piss as much as cum in the next few days.
-Master
My use of "generous" brings me to the real topic for this particular blog post: Love in an M/s relationship.
Some people say you cannot completely enslave someone you love. You can, I know. The real question in my mind is what form that love will take when training is "complete". It will always be necessary to reinforce her training of course, so it is never fully "complete". Nor would I want it to be... where would the fun in THAT be? I do believe that enslaving someone you love takes more tenacity and follow-through. It takes longer to shed the "I wonder what she's feeling/thinking" as a mitigating factor on your desires and actions. The most important part is to throw this out. Obviously a slave's feelings/thoughts should not matter in what the Master is going to do. Until the point when she can pull the relevant thoughts from his head, body-language, or mannerisms. Once this is done by the whore it's only for the reason that she may have caught something useful from your subconscious that it matters at all.
I did not end up fucking the whore's ass as intended on Sunday. I say as intended because I did fuck her there with a vibrator for a bit, though not with my cock. I have her using the vibrator to loosen up a bit so I don't completely rip her open.
For now I shall leave this update short and get on with the evening. Expect to hear about how the whore learns to love piss as much as cum in the next few days.
-Master
Whore Animal
Whore hasn't been used as much as I need the past few days. One single fuck, no matter how long, painful, or deliciously unsatifying isn't enough to keep my hypnotic training mindset. I noticed that Master was also acting a little too nice from lack of sex, as well.
Master used me three times so far today. The flood of relief and whorish ecstasy dragged me down even lower. I melted as he slapped my face to the side, the annoying tenderness gone from his expression.
Master coaxed me into admitting that I never want to be allowed to cum again. I don't want it to be some sort of treat or bribe, I just want to have it chiseled in stone that I'm Master's stupid whore who doesn't deserve to cum.
He fucked me on the floor which made me feel like just another pet in the house, an animal stripped of my humanity and rights. I loved it because... well I'm a Whore, so what other reason do I need?
I told Master that I don't want to be allowed to sleep on the bed anymore. I know he's been planning to move me to a cage but I don't want to wait until I have some cute little girly thing to sleep in. I just want to be lowered, restricted and made to live my fantasies.
I also told Master that I fantasized about trying to have a conversation with him and him just laughing, then shoving me down to his cock and telling me to use my mouth for something useful. I said "maybe that's why slaves shouldn't be wives, because they're not supposed to talk and do wifey things and it's easier to treat them like slaves when that's all they are". He said that's why he waited so long to marry me. I'm still glad he did marry me, because it makes life easier in the social endeavors outside of our intimate personas.
Overall I feel like we're both about to permanently change in how we see and interact with each other. I know we're getting close because I can't see what it will be like. This isn't some little slave girl prodding her Master along, it's completely in Master's devious mind. My own mind is thinking less and reacting more. I'm turning into an animal. Who knows how much longer I'll even be posting on here?
-Whore
Master used me three times so far today. The flood of relief and whorish ecstasy dragged me down even lower. I melted as he slapped my face to the side, the annoying tenderness gone from his expression.
Master coaxed me into admitting that I never want to be allowed to cum again. I don't want it to be some sort of treat or bribe, I just want to have it chiseled in stone that I'm Master's stupid whore who doesn't deserve to cum.
He fucked me on the floor which made me feel like just another pet in the house, an animal stripped of my humanity and rights. I loved it because... well I'm a Whore, so what other reason do I need?
I told Master that I don't want to be allowed to sleep on the bed anymore. I know he's been planning to move me to a cage but I don't want to wait until I have some cute little girly thing to sleep in. I just want to be lowered, restricted and made to live my fantasies.
I also told Master that I fantasized about trying to have a conversation with him and him just laughing, then shoving me down to his cock and telling me to use my mouth for something useful. I said "maybe that's why slaves shouldn't be wives, because they're not supposed to talk and do wifey things and it's easier to treat them like slaves when that's all they are". He said that's why he waited so long to marry me. I'm still glad he did marry me, because it makes life easier in the social endeavors outside of our intimate personas.
Overall I feel like we're both about to permanently change in how we see and interact with each other. I know we're getting close because I can't see what it will be like. This isn't some little slave girl prodding her Master along, it's completely in Master's devious mind. My own mind is thinking less and reacting more. I'm turning into an animal. Who knows how much longer I'll even be posting on here?
-Whore
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Stages toward Whore
I've felt myself descend farther into Whore two times so far. Each time has been during the height of sex, when Master's finally on top after making me hump away like a bonded animal for the past hour or two. When I experience the change, my normally subdued desire to cum becomes overwhelming. I feel like I should just go for it and cum. Master immediately slows down and keeps me from cumming. There's a period of time where we stay suspended like that, me pleading and trying to cum and him reminding me I'm not worthy of cumming and keeping me on the edge. Then, a crippling feeling of further worthlessness drowns me and I give in to the new change in myself and stop trying to cum.
The first change was when I matured from the feeling of having to cum all the time. Up until the change, sex was a struggle of me wanting to go for the cum, then having to pull back so I didn't actually cum. After the change, I felt a peace and like I didn't have to cum, I could just enjoy the feeling of sex and that would be enough.
The next change was when I fully realized that I wasn't worthy of cumming and probably would never be, to the point that trying to was a waste of energy. I also realized that my entire role as Whore was to fuck back when fucked and take whatever abuse Master felt like giving me. I think that one threw Master off for a few minutes because I magically went from babbling gratitude for every slap and pinch to just moaning and humping along to his rhythm. He told me to thank him after a particularly vicious spanking during sex and I sheepishly thanked him and explained after that I simply stopped because I felt that my opinions and feelings about what he did just didn't matter anymore.
I think I've started descending again into whatever is next, but I still don't know what exactly is next.
The first change was when I matured from the feeling of having to cum all the time. Up until the change, sex was a struggle of me wanting to go for the cum, then having to pull back so I didn't actually cum. After the change, I felt a peace and like I didn't have to cum, I could just enjoy the feeling of sex and that would be enough.
The next change was when I fully realized that I wasn't worthy of cumming and probably would never be, to the point that trying to was a waste of energy. I also realized that my entire role as Whore was to fuck back when fucked and take whatever abuse Master felt like giving me. I think that one threw Master off for a few minutes because I magically went from babbling gratitude for every slap and pinch to just moaning and humping along to his rhythm. He told me to thank him after a particularly vicious spanking during sex and I sheepishly thanked him and explained after that I simply stopped because I felt that my opinions and feelings about what he did just didn't matter anymore.
I think I've started descending again into whatever is next, but I still don't know what exactly is next.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Understanding the process
The basic process of turning a girl into a whore is fairly basic. The purpose of course is to mold a lovely sentient creature to a Master's will and desires so much that they become the embodiment or avatar* of that Master's desire. What anyone wishes for the girls to do or become is irrelevant and unimportant. By the time I am "done" training my whore(even though "done" is a huge misnomer) she will be almost as addicted to my cum and piss as a drug addict is to their drug of choice.
Step 1: Desire. Desire is an important part of the overall process. It is of course possible to make a completely uninterested/undesiring girl into your whore, but why bother? Let's leave that to bad internet stories... it's better for everyone involved. Start with a girl who wants to be used or abused. Either will work.
Step 2: Get the bitch hot. This is important as a complete transformation takes a lot of mind work. Once the girl is hyped up on endorphines and sensitive to the touch you can begin heading towards the future.
Step 3: Utilize the cum tank. This is a phrase I will use occasionally throughout this blog. I'm afraid my explanation of this is a little unsexy to start with so bear with me. Everyone has seen a car's fuel gauge. It runs from Empty up to Full with marks in between to show how much fuel is in the tank. Women have the same thing and this is where most people go awry. A lot of women can have multiple orgasms basically right after another with no recovery time. While this can be fun and highly amusing to inflict/watch be careful. Everytime she cums you're pulling from her cum tank. The more full it is, the hotter she will be and the more often she'll want all forms of sexual stimulation. A more common word for this that everyone will know is denial. When accomplishing this part of the training it is important to fill their cum tank as much as possible. One of the great ways to do this is what whore calls the broken orgasm. Learn where the whore's tipping point is and get her right up to it. As she starts to go over, break her connection with it. Intense pain works like a charm, so does distraction of any sort that catches attention enough to break the cycle. A broken orgasm is a wonderful tool to use in a slut's subjugation and transformation as it leaves them feeling unfulfilled but at the same time wears them out and sets them to tingling/burning letting you drive them more up the wall and keep that tank filling. This does not mean the slut must never be allowed to cum. Use your own discretion on when to let them. Just make sure you keep the tank as near to full as possible.
Step 4: Control/Manipulation Once you master(pardon the pun) the third step it's time to get to the fun part. When a slut's tank is full and you have her walking around tingling all over wanting to be touched so maybe THIS time she can cum, it's time to start filling her head with what you want her to do/be. The state you have her in is a form of a sexual trance. In this state she is much more highly suggestible and is in a receptive place for whatever fantasies you want to enact on her. When planting these suggestions make sure you tell her what she is going to do. If you ask any questions at all you must use them as reinforcers: "It is going to feel wonderful when you're practically panting to get more of my cum...isn't it whore?" Try to stick mostly to statements "You're just a little slut. You don't deserve to cum." The last is a personal favorite of mine. It helps plant the suggestion to help you keep her tank full.
Step 5: Introduce and reinforce the behavior: Now that you have your whore-to-be in the right trance state and you've started planting your suggestions it's time to enact them! If you want the bitch to drink your piss then plant the suggestion, start placing her where she can hear when you do it and make sure you mention the fact that you've denied her the pleasure of drinking it or feeling it, then slowly move her closer to doing it over time. After a short while she'll be begging to do exactly what you want her to do and lap it up happily and greedily.
Step 6: Repeat steps 1-5. That's right, keep treating her like the whore she has become and she'll stay that way. If she disappoints you, let her know it. Fix it. Keep following the steps above and the times she disappoints you will become few and very far between.
Now that my technical lecture is over, back to the weekend.
The weekend started out well enough, despite whore's lack of usefulness for most of the day. When time was available in the evening I let her know what a disappointment she had been throughout the day. What good is a whore that isn't serving her Master's pleasure? None at all. I used her mouth and her cunt thoroughly and my ravishing and torture session took well over two hours. I love toying with my whore and seeing what I can make her do and feel. In the end filling her full of cum is nice and helpful to her training, but I do love leaving bruises and teeth marks on the bitch.
As whore has been a stripper in the past and will be again I thought I would play with her mind a little more. It is even more fun to do while a slut is in a sexual hypnotic state. I highly recommend the pastime. As she ground her hips in a circle with my cock buried hilt deep in her pussy I explained to her something she has always wondered. "Why do strippers grind on men's laps? It can't possibly feel very good as hard as they do it." "Well whore... this is why. You're stimulating them by simulating certain moves while fucking. So while you're happily gathering your money for 'just dancing naked' what you're really doing is figuratively fucking their brains out." This helped slip her more into her new whore-self... as did the following slaps to her face and her chest.
When I finally ended the session she had all three holes filled. She was greedily sucking on my toes with her mouth while I fucked her pussy. I have been slowly working on her ass a bit as I will be using it for my pleasure tomorrow night. It has been a very long time since I have done this, so she needed some loosening up with a finger.
Once I was done with her sexually for a bit I kept her being useful by massaging my feet. The more I keep her serving my pleasure, the more she will want it. The feeling of being useful to her Master has become more powerful than the need to have an orgasm.
The night's session saw her slide down another notch towards what she will become and overall I consider it quite a nice start to our anniversary weekend. She also left the evening with lovely teeth marks and bruises all over her chest.
I have decided that she will no longer sleep on my bed, but rather in a kennel. I will be getting one for her next week, after which she will be given some money to deck it out in whatever pink cushions/decorations she can make for it.
I'm sure I have forgotten important events to put in this post but as it is almost four o'clock in the morning I am a bit tired and will end it here.
*Please note here my use of the word avatar:
av·a·tar Spelled[av-uh-tahr, av-uh-tahr]: an embodiment or personification, as of a principle, attitude, or view of life.
Normally I wouldn't include a footnote like this, but with the recent movie I wouldn't want anyone to get confused.
-Master
Step 1: Desire. Desire is an important part of the overall process. It is of course possible to make a completely uninterested/undesiring girl into your whore, but why bother? Let's leave that to bad internet stories... it's better for everyone involved. Start with a girl who wants to be used or abused. Either will work.
Step 2: Get the bitch hot. This is important as a complete transformation takes a lot of mind work. Once the girl is hyped up on endorphines and sensitive to the touch you can begin heading towards the future.
Step 3: Utilize the cum tank. This is a phrase I will use occasionally throughout this blog. I'm afraid my explanation of this is a little unsexy to start with so bear with me. Everyone has seen a car's fuel gauge. It runs from Empty up to Full with marks in between to show how much fuel is in the tank. Women have the same thing and this is where most people go awry. A lot of women can have multiple orgasms basically right after another with no recovery time. While this can be fun and highly amusing to inflict/watch be careful. Everytime she cums you're pulling from her cum tank. The more full it is, the hotter she will be and the more often she'll want all forms of sexual stimulation. A more common word for this that everyone will know is denial. When accomplishing this part of the training it is important to fill their cum tank as much as possible. One of the great ways to do this is what whore calls the broken orgasm. Learn where the whore's tipping point is and get her right up to it. As she starts to go over, break her connection with it. Intense pain works like a charm, so does distraction of any sort that catches attention enough to break the cycle. A broken orgasm is a wonderful tool to use in a slut's subjugation and transformation as it leaves them feeling unfulfilled but at the same time wears them out and sets them to tingling/burning letting you drive them more up the wall and keep that tank filling. This does not mean the slut must never be allowed to cum. Use your own discretion on when to let them. Just make sure you keep the tank as near to full as possible.
Step 4: Control/Manipulation Once you master(pardon the pun) the third step it's time to get to the fun part. When a slut's tank is full and you have her walking around tingling all over wanting to be touched so maybe THIS time she can cum, it's time to start filling her head with what you want her to do/be. The state you have her in is a form of a sexual trance. In this state she is much more highly suggestible and is in a receptive place for whatever fantasies you want to enact on her. When planting these suggestions make sure you tell her what she is going to do. If you ask any questions at all you must use them as reinforcers: "It is going to feel wonderful when you're practically panting to get more of my cum...isn't it whore?" Try to stick mostly to statements "You're just a little slut. You don't deserve to cum." The last is a personal favorite of mine. It helps plant the suggestion to help you keep her tank full.
Step 5: Introduce and reinforce the behavior: Now that you have your whore-to-be in the right trance state and you've started planting your suggestions it's time to enact them! If you want the bitch to drink your piss then plant the suggestion, start placing her where she can hear when you do it and make sure you mention the fact that you've denied her the pleasure of drinking it or feeling it, then slowly move her closer to doing it over time. After a short while she'll be begging to do exactly what you want her to do and lap it up happily and greedily.
Step 6: Repeat steps 1-5. That's right, keep treating her like the whore she has become and she'll stay that way. If she disappoints you, let her know it. Fix it. Keep following the steps above and the times she disappoints you will become few and very far between.
Now that my technical lecture is over, back to the weekend.
The weekend started out well enough, despite whore's lack of usefulness for most of the day. When time was available in the evening I let her know what a disappointment she had been throughout the day. What good is a whore that isn't serving her Master's pleasure? None at all. I used her mouth and her cunt thoroughly and my ravishing and torture session took well over two hours. I love toying with my whore and seeing what I can make her do and feel. In the end filling her full of cum is nice and helpful to her training, but I do love leaving bruises and teeth marks on the bitch.
As whore has been a stripper in the past and will be again I thought I would play with her mind a little more. It is even more fun to do while a slut is in a sexual hypnotic state. I highly recommend the pastime. As she ground her hips in a circle with my cock buried hilt deep in her pussy I explained to her something she has always wondered. "Why do strippers grind on men's laps? It can't possibly feel very good as hard as they do it." "Well whore... this is why. You're stimulating them by simulating certain moves while fucking. So while you're happily gathering your money for 'just dancing naked' what you're really doing is figuratively fucking their brains out." This helped slip her more into her new whore-self... as did the following slaps to her face and her chest.
When I finally ended the session she had all three holes filled. She was greedily sucking on my toes with her mouth while I fucked her pussy. I have been slowly working on her ass a bit as I will be using it for my pleasure tomorrow night. It has been a very long time since I have done this, so she needed some loosening up with a finger.
Once I was done with her sexually for a bit I kept her being useful by massaging my feet. The more I keep her serving my pleasure, the more she will want it. The feeling of being useful to her Master has become more powerful than the need to have an orgasm.
The night's session saw her slide down another notch towards what she will become and overall I consider it quite a nice start to our anniversary weekend. She also left the evening with lovely teeth marks and bruises all over her chest.
I have decided that she will no longer sleep on my bed, but rather in a kennel. I will be getting one for her next week, after which she will be given some money to deck it out in whatever pink cushions/decorations she can make for it.
I'm sure I have forgotten important events to put in this post but as it is almost four o'clock in the morning I am a bit tired and will end it here.
*Please note here my use of the word avatar:
av·a·tar Spelled[av-uh-tahr, av-uh-tahr]: an embodiment or personification, as of a principle, attitude, or view of life.
Normally I wouldn't include a footnote like this, but with the recent movie I wouldn't want anyone to get confused.
-Master
Start of a Great Weekend
It wasn't until last night that Master used me. As I labored deliciously over his cock, the harsh growl of his disappointment dragged me back down to Whore.
"You've been fucking useless to me as a whore today."
I felt relief course through my trembling form. I apologized humbly. His power increased over me and he became more aggressive. This weekend is actually our much anticipated anniversary weekend. As part of our planning I've been begging Master to mark me all over with his bruises and push me farther down in his mind so we get closer to that day when he can look at me and feel no respect, just a base creature that exists for his every whim.
Master then bit down on my breasts, almost breaking the skin, while he had me grind slowly, with him buried deep inside me ("this what you simulated when you grinded on customers at the club; you didn't even know what a whore you were being, did you?"). I babbled yelps of gratitude, wanting more pain and more of his marks beautifying my body. When I told him how good it felt, he snorted "Do you think I care, bitch?" He came inside me, pulling my head backward by my hair so far that I could barely breathe. I still found the breath to moan my cum junkie pleasure at the overwhelming sensation of his grunts, the violent pumping of his cock, and the warmth of his cum filling me. He relaxed for a moment after making his deposit, maybe enjoying my tortured breathing, maybe not even caring. Then he reared his hand back and started slapping my breasts with a savageness that made me cry out in genuinely startled pain. He kept cruelly pulling me back to rigid attention for his abuse by my hard nipples until I obediently kept my back arched as he wrought his pleasure on my freshly bruised skin.
While he watched tv, I kept thinking back on his savage hands and trembling with desire. He found my trembling amusing and at one point he wordlessly lifted my ass in the air and jammed his finger in my pussy. I writhed and automatically humped it like a mindless animal. I purred to him that I found him slapping me around so unbelievably sexy and thanked him, hoping he would do it more in the future. Before I started becoming Whore, I resented his abuse and would shut down and pout instead of realizing how lucky I was to feel his physical dominance over me. I'm not talking anything as careless as a battered wife is treated, because a whore is completely different and is abused because she wants and needs it, not to cause fear based submission or permanent bodily damage.
We talked about how he had read another slave's blog entry about complacency is the death of a M/s relationship and how the only way to maintain it is to keep a slave living in fear of her Master.
"I think I understand what she was saying, Master; your disappointment in me for being useless as a whore all day brought me back down to where I should be. I think a slave needs to feel her Master's disappointment. I resent when Masters 'princess' slaves and give them nothing but praise and put up with their inability to properly serve. I would rather be made aware of your disapproval and only receive short reinforcements when I get it right."
Master agreed and said there was a lot of placating in relationships now. Masters get tired of fighting a losing battle by trying to get their stubborn slaves to change and be more pleasing; they end up placating the slave to keep her putting out. Women hold the sexual trump card. He said a random woman could walk up in the street and call out rape at her slightest whim, and a man would be thrown in jail. I said heck, even a man's own wife could accuse him of rape. A wife gets in the mood and starts tearing her husband's clothes off and it is sexy, but if a man randomly does that to his wife, it's rape and abuse. He said slaves should be told when they are displeasing and only given simple praise, if any at all.
Master told me to stay, then went to the bathroom to piss. I strained to hear the decadent stream, my entire body screaming to rush in with him and start gulping down the liquid. That's one of the things I've begged to work on this weekend; becoming his toilet piss slut. We haven't done anything like that in years after I took one mouthful and ungraciously spat it out, whining about the taste. Since starting as Whore, I've been groomed by Master with suggestions that I'm going to become addicted to his piss. He said that will take away more of his respect for me, and it drives me insane with lust to dream of that. Now that I'm always overwhelmed with sexual desire, even a comment he makes in passing has the power of a hypnotic suggestion. When he came back, I whimpered how much I wanted to drink his piss. He assured me it would be soon. Perhaps an hour later he let me come with him and stay prostrated on the floor while he pissed again. I moaned and babbled about how turned on I was. I finally managed to shut myself up; I might have kept unconsciously moaning, I don't remember. All I could think about was wanting that piss to splatter on my skin and choke me as I struggled to swallow it all.
Master sent me to get lotion to massage his feet while he kept watching TV. He said I should be useful to him at all times. We watched tv together. I turned and asked if I could be allowed to spend some money beautifying myself. He cocked his head at me.
"I've been noticing that a lot of slaves who otherwise seem perfect look so dowdy and unattractive. They don't get their hair cut, eat right, work out, wear makeup, or look like they are even trying." Since becoming Whore, I've steadily felt shame in my worn down mommy look.
Master said it was a mindset that I didn't understand because I've always been a perfect 0 and known I could have any man I want. He said a lot of girls become slaves because they think that gives them sexual value, thus they don't have to try to be beautiful because they're a sexy fuck toy. He said they don't realize that after a Master gets tired of them, they are back to being a plain Jane again. He gave me permission to start spending a modest sum making myself look outwardly like the sexy Whore he's changing me to on the inside.
It was a delicious start to the weekend indeed.
-Whore
"You've been fucking useless to me as a whore today."
I felt relief course through my trembling form. I apologized humbly. His power increased over me and he became more aggressive. This weekend is actually our much anticipated anniversary weekend. As part of our planning I've been begging Master to mark me all over with his bruises and push me farther down in his mind so we get closer to that day when he can look at me and feel no respect, just a base creature that exists for his every whim.
Master then bit down on my breasts, almost breaking the skin, while he had me grind slowly, with him buried deep inside me ("this what you simulated when you grinded on customers at the club; you didn't even know what a whore you were being, did you?"). I babbled yelps of gratitude, wanting more pain and more of his marks beautifying my body. When I told him how good it felt, he snorted "Do you think I care, bitch?" He came inside me, pulling my head backward by my hair so far that I could barely breathe. I still found the breath to moan my cum junkie pleasure at the overwhelming sensation of his grunts, the violent pumping of his cock, and the warmth of his cum filling me. He relaxed for a moment after making his deposit, maybe enjoying my tortured breathing, maybe not even caring. Then he reared his hand back and started slapping my breasts with a savageness that made me cry out in genuinely startled pain. He kept cruelly pulling me back to rigid attention for his abuse by my hard nipples until I obediently kept my back arched as he wrought his pleasure on my freshly bruised skin.
While he watched tv, I kept thinking back on his savage hands and trembling with desire. He found my trembling amusing and at one point he wordlessly lifted my ass in the air and jammed his finger in my pussy. I writhed and automatically humped it like a mindless animal. I purred to him that I found him slapping me around so unbelievably sexy and thanked him, hoping he would do it more in the future. Before I started becoming Whore, I resented his abuse and would shut down and pout instead of realizing how lucky I was to feel his physical dominance over me. I'm not talking anything as careless as a battered wife is treated, because a whore is completely different and is abused because she wants and needs it, not to cause fear based submission or permanent bodily damage.
We talked about how he had read another slave's blog entry about complacency is the death of a M/s relationship and how the only way to maintain it is to keep a slave living in fear of her Master.
"I think I understand what she was saying, Master; your disappointment in me for being useless as a whore all day brought me back down to where I should be. I think a slave needs to feel her Master's disappointment. I resent when Masters 'princess' slaves and give them nothing but praise and put up with their inability to properly serve. I would rather be made aware of your disapproval and only receive short reinforcements when I get it right."
Master agreed and said there was a lot of placating in relationships now. Masters get tired of fighting a losing battle by trying to get their stubborn slaves to change and be more pleasing; they end up placating the slave to keep her putting out. Women hold the sexual trump card. He said a random woman could walk up in the street and call out rape at her slightest whim, and a man would be thrown in jail. I said heck, even a man's own wife could accuse him of rape. A wife gets in the mood and starts tearing her husband's clothes off and it is sexy, but if a man randomly does that to his wife, it's rape and abuse. He said slaves should be told when they are displeasing and only given simple praise, if any at all.
Master told me to stay, then went to the bathroom to piss. I strained to hear the decadent stream, my entire body screaming to rush in with him and start gulping down the liquid. That's one of the things I've begged to work on this weekend; becoming his toilet piss slut. We haven't done anything like that in years after I took one mouthful and ungraciously spat it out, whining about the taste. Since starting as Whore, I've been groomed by Master with suggestions that I'm going to become addicted to his piss. He said that will take away more of his respect for me, and it drives me insane with lust to dream of that. Now that I'm always overwhelmed with sexual desire, even a comment he makes in passing has the power of a hypnotic suggestion. When he came back, I whimpered how much I wanted to drink his piss. He assured me it would be soon. Perhaps an hour later he let me come with him and stay prostrated on the floor while he pissed again. I moaned and babbled about how turned on I was. I finally managed to shut myself up; I might have kept unconsciously moaning, I don't remember. All I could think about was wanting that piss to splatter on my skin and choke me as I struggled to swallow it all.
Master sent me to get lotion to massage his feet while he kept watching TV. He said I should be useful to him at all times. We watched tv together. I turned and asked if I could be allowed to spend some money beautifying myself. He cocked his head at me.
"I've been noticing that a lot of slaves who otherwise seem perfect look so dowdy and unattractive. They don't get their hair cut, eat right, work out, wear makeup, or look like they are even trying." Since becoming Whore, I've steadily felt shame in my worn down mommy look.
Master said it was a mindset that I didn't understand because I've always been a perfect 0 and known I could have any man I want. He said a lot of girls become slaves because they think that gives them sexual value, thus they don't have to try to be beautiful because they're a sexy fuck toy. He said they don't realize that after a Master gets tired of them, they are back to being a plain Jane again. He gave me permission to start spending a modest sum making myself look outwardly like the sexy Whore he's changing me to on the inside.
It was a delicious start to the weekend indeed.
-Whore
Friday, March 12, 2010
Descent to Whore
The descent to Whore has and will continue to be long.
I've experienced many interesting places and people through our lifestyle. I've served and danced at private Gorean tavern parties in slave silks and coffle. I've gone to a public dungeon in nothing but a collar and served alongside sister slaves as a Master stood over us, whip in hand. I've whored myself out in upscale VIP rooms for four digits and brought the money home to Master.
Still, it was only recently that I began to embody Whore.
I've felt slavery in different ways, from the loving guidance of a Daddy Dom to the unwilling animal terror of brutal punishment. Nothing Master came across in online literature or local lifestyle groups brought long lasting results to my training.
The turning point came when I stopped; when Master determined that I was worthless and didn't deserve to cum. Now, fueled by my constant, unrelieved, overwhelming arousal, I descend to become his perfect Whore. I long for the day when I have earned his complete lack of respect.
-Whore
I've experienced many interesting places and people through our lifestyle. I've served and danced at private Gorean tavern parties in slave silks and coffle. I've gone to a public dungeon in nothing but a collar and served alongside sister slaves as a Master stood over us, whip in hand. I've whored myself out in upscale VIP rooms for four digits and brought the money home to Master.
Still, it was only recently that I began to embody Whore.
I've felt slavery in different ways, from the loving guidance of a Daddy Dom to the unwilling animal terror of brutal punishment. Nothing Master came across in online literature or local lifestyle groups brought long lasting results to my training.
The turning point came when I stopped; when Master determined that I was worthless and didn't deserve to cum. Now, fueled by my constant, unrelieved, overwhelming arousal, I descend to become his perfect Whore. I long for the day when I have earned his complete lack of respect.
-Whore
In the beginning...
Once there was a slut. She was a very sweet girl who wanted to please, serve, and be used. I found her one day and claimed her as my own. As is generally the case with a new M/s relationship...everything was great at first. She tested her limits as all sluts and slaves do, but generally was very happy just being what we thought of as a slave.
Much time has passed now and between what life threw at us and a bit of growing up along the way we have gone in and out of the M/s side of the relationship many times. I haven't always been a great Master. She hasn't always been a great slave. Many, many times we have started down the wrong path and our hopes of "this time it will work" were shattered.
Recently we have started down a new path and have found the golden road at last. Inside this blog you will find, as time goes on: the journey, mind, teachings, and training methods of a Master. You will also witness the descent of a girl from a wife down to the basest of creatures.
-Master
Much time has passed now and between what life threw at us and a bit of growing up along the way we have gone in and out of the M/s side of the relationship many times. I haven't always been a great Master. She hasn't always been a great slave. Many, many times we have started down the wrong path and our hopes of "this time it will work" were shattered.
Recently we have started down a new path and have found the golden road at last. Inside this blog you will find, as time goes on: the journey, mind, teachings, and training methods of a Master. You will also witness the descent of a girl from a wife down to the basest of creatures.
-Master
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