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Control and Servitude
Posted:May 20, 2016 8:45 am
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2017 8:41 pm
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What is Dom

What is Sub

What is Master

What is Slave

Are there "conditions" or do things simply balance on the knowing of each other?

Is the Master or Dom really in control? Or does everything still hinge on if's, but's and "as long as"..

Is the "DS" in BDSM just fancy modern terminology for a throwback to what vanilla marriages were back in the early to mid 20th century? The "wait till your father gets home" mentality ?

What makes these DS relationships "not vanilla" ?

This whole discussion has to be prefaced with a simple point... a "given" if you will.

Any interaction between two people is defined as a relationship and the types of interpersonal relationships we are discussing, are based on mutual compatibility. Mutual compatibility, obviously, is determined through the process of meeting, getting to know each other, and determining if there will be a relationship of any kind moving forward. If not the parties will go their separate ways in peace. Both parties contribute to this process and both parties must consent to proceed. No one can or should be taken against their will.. Frankly. That's against the law!

The root of all of that comes back to this.. At the end of the day, every individual soul on this planet searches for one thing and one thing only.. "That which brings them peace", "That which fulfils them", "That which completes them". Some of us are Doms at heart.. Some of us are subs at heart.. Some us are both or neither.. all parties still come to the relationship table with a need for fulfillment.. all parties must understand and take responsibility for ensuring that each individual's needs are fulfilled.. in ANY relationship, BDSM or not, that is a fundamental reality..

I make that whole point so that the conversation I WANT to have does not devolve into one about knowing your partner and letting the relationship take it's due course.. That will happen anyway. We're humans.

I think what I want to try to define in answering these questions is the issue of control. How is it obtained? How is consent defined? Does real control even exist or is it all "conditional"? In fact, can a Dom/sub relationship exist without any aspect of real "control"?

Firstly.. Dominant and Submissive are words that describe who we are. They describe our nature. Master/slave, Daddy/baby girl, and other variants are the roles we adopt in the exercising of our natures. Arguably, but for the purposes of this discussion, Master/slave is much more about "control" while Daddy/baby girl is more about "nurturing". Both have elements of control and discipline but the application of them is clearly very different.

Secondly.. Not all Doms and subs wish to, or indeed, are able to retain their chosen roles 24/7 (due to the constraints of conventional society). For many it is a part time exploration of their natures. I won't go so far as to refer to it as a game or a part time pleasure. It is and must be taken very seriously because, in fact, our true natures come out far more clearly in how we "play" than they do in how we work or even how we conduct our "conventional" lives.

So how does "control" fit into all of this?

The most extreme of the above mentioned scenarios is the Master/Slave Total Power Exchange 24/7 scenario. In it's most barbaric and brutal theoretical form, Masters are "All powerful" and slaves are not even people. They are mere possessions. No rights, no privileges, no consideration. They exist at the whim of the Master and are acquired without consent and are often bought, sold, and traded as well. There is a slave registry on-line, in fact, where Masters can register their ownership as proof of right.

Of course, we all know, slavery is illegal so, that being the case, there must be a point of consent. I'm assuming that the point of consent is the baring of the neck and the accepting of the collar, but I opened a discussion in a TPE group on Fet to see if there is a more subtle response. Perhaps, simply announcing to the community that "I am slave" is considered consent enough. This is a fascinating aspect of the Gorean subculture actually, but something I'm not going to go into detail about here.

My point here is.. There is no such thing as TPE in our society. Our laws make no allowance for it. The best we can achieve is "Servitude by Agreement" and even that is questionable. There is a tenent in our legal system that says you can't make a contract that involves an illegal activity. Even a contract of servitude would have a very difficult time getting through our legal system.

Here's the kicker.. So you have a wonderful slave girl. She, in total consent and of her own free will, accepted your collar and has served you for many years.. You are Master. She is slave. You can command her at will and she will do anything you command. Total Power Exchange.. Then one day, she changes. She decides that she is no longer interested in that life and more personally no longer interested in serving you, the Master. You, of course, do not wish her to leave and attempt to deny her her freedom because she is yours. She took your collar and pledged herself to you. Well.. Guess what MASTER... In the blink of an eye. YOU ARE POWERELESS ! In fact, you are worse than powerless. You dare not argue with her cause she can FUCK YOU UP! Who has the power then?

OK That was a little off topic.. I'm not bitter about anything and I don't want to give that impression. I'm just floating a reality for those who may not have considered it.

So, by definition there is no such thing as TOTAL control. Therefore, ALL D/s relationships, no matter how extreme, are still "Servitude by Agreement" relationships and involve some degree of consent and most likely, come with a set of rules and conditions, either written or assumed. When consent is denied or removed, so ends the relationship.

One other thought before I move to the last two questions.

There is possibly ONE scenario that approaches TOTAL control but even it, hinges on the sub publishing clearly his or her unconditional and unequivocal consent in advance and said sub is, of course, still free to withdraw said consent at will.

So here it is.. The sub in question, male or female, knowing that they wish to live a slave/subservient lifestyle, would publish in advance and before the entire community, their wish to be "taken". They would, literally and figuratively, jump off the cliff having absolutely no idea where they are going to land. They would be captured, collared, "taken", by the first Master or Mistress to claim them and they would serve said Dominant until such time as they were properly released. Should that release happen, said sub would be "released into the wild" so to speak until the next Master or Mistress came along to claim them. All manner of choice is given up by the sub. They could end up with the worst, most selfish or butt ugly of Dominants or they could end up with one who is kind and gentle and gorgeous.. They point is.. the sub does not get to choose, even at the most basic of levels. They simply serve. Without question and without right or privilege. They exist as a possession because they were claimed as such and not because they chose to serve any particular Master or Mistress based on whatever random criterion they (the sub) set. A total sub would give up the right to even set such a criterion.

Um, yea. Not bloody likely. LOL

OK That brings us to the last two questions.

Is the "DS" in BDSM just fancy modern terminology for a throwback to what vanilla marriages were back in the early to mid 20th century? The "wait till your father gets home" mentality ?

What makes these DS relationships "not vanilla" ?

There was a time in our society, when Dad was the boss. The un-disputed ruler of the household. Once, in the 70's I had the opportunity to travel to the U.S. on a school trip and was billeted with a household that fit this very model. Dad went to work (he happened to be a Doctor). Mom stayed home and kept the house. Two and a dog.. You get the idea. I never saw their "life" in a complete sense, but a formal dinner was on the table promptly at 6 every night. Dad sat at the head of the table and was without question the center of the activity. You had a sense, even just sitting there, that if anything improper transpired, you would see the back of his hand in a heartbeat. Even the Mom disappeared into the shadow he cast over the table.

There was a time in our society when this was normal. There was a time when this was "vanilla". Schools had straps. If you were bad, Dad hauled you out behind the woodshed and gave you a proper whooping. And Mom dared not question the declarations or decisions of the "Man of the House". Gee, does that remind you of anything? Before that there was Slavery.. yea.. real Slavery. Public, normal and accepted as a fact of life.

I admit. As a society we have progressed.. Human rights and the right to choose and direct our own life is critically important and I support all change that supports both our individual and collective freedoms.

Interestingly though, as slavery has disappeared and "Dad's" authority has been undermined, guess what has happened? The "DS" community has grown? Do you suppose there is a relationship here?

There was a time when "the back of Dad's hand" was considered "vanilla" or normal. Now it is taboo BUT... There are people out there who WANT to feel the back of Dad's hand. Since that is now considered taboo, it is now "not vanilla". Truth be told, if we go back far enough in history almost everything with the scope of BDSM, was once considered "vanilla" or normal.

There was a book a few years back called. "Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus." It attempted to explain the differences between men and women on the basis of our baser instincts.. Men as hunters and propagators and women as nesters and nurturers. Certainly an interesting discussion in and of itself.. I submit that, way down deep in our baser instincts and genetic coding, we truly are barbarians. Society, culture and civilization suppresses many instincts within us.. Psychologists can pretty easily associate our significant individual issues with the fight that goes on inside every one of us between our baser instincts and the things we are allowed to do within the confines of "civilization". In short. We are all NUTS. LOL

The original question was..

Is the Master or Dom really in control? Or does everything still hinge on if's, but's and "as long as"..

My conclusion. NO.. Slavery is illegal. Basic human rights and the laws of the land will always prevail. No matter what any sub "says" they will do, it is ALWAYS subject to change. At the end of the day, we are all human beings and can do and choose as we please. We have basic human rights. Control is ultimately given by consent and can be revoked as quickly as it is given. Control is given as a choice by the SUB and no master within the bounds of the law can control that decision. The best a Master can do is be himself, speak his will, and hope like hell he doesn't behave in a manner that causes his sub to become disenchanted with him. Everything hinges on the sub's consent and the myriad of variables that weight into that, all of which are in the mind of the sub.

If... and I stress the IF... If a Master can own any real "control" over his sub, then it has to be control of the mind. The Master must keep the sub believing that his way is the only way and that the sub will only be happy if they stay and remain in his service. This, my dear readers, borders on cultism and brainwashing and is clearly a whole different discussion.

Does the Master or Dom hold the real power? NO. If a sub pisses off the Master he can punish them only because they have given him consent and the right to do so. If the Master pisses off the sub they can remove all consent and effectively end the relationship. I ask you. Who has the real power?

You know, the more I think about this, the more I think I'm just re-stating something that should be obvious.
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The Taking of a Slave
Posted:May 6, 2016 12:52 pm
Last Updated:Sep 19, 2018 2:11 pm
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I chanced upon it one afternoon. A tiny tavern in a wee village in the badlands north of Toronto Ontario near the Forks of the Credit River. I think the name of the village was Bellefontaine or something of that nature. Frankly, that is not the reason I remember it.

The tavern was small. The walls were adorned with swords and shields of various earth castes. The air smelled of mead, hot oil and spices. The tables and chairs were rough and well used. The bar was of heavy lumber and would surely never fail even under the weight of the most rubenesque of wenches. If I
did not know better I would have sworn I was on the home world.

It was quiet. There were only a few souls in the place; the barman and a single serving wench, two free men at the bar, and a couple at a table by the front glass. They were clearly aware of my presence (my demeanour commands it) but they paid me no particular heed. This region’s common people have had very
little exposure to us.

I sat, tossed some silver on the table, and motioned the serving wench.

“Mead” I stated. She looked at me strangely and my eyes glowed for just a moment.

Forced to the region’s vernacular, I tried again struggling to be calm.

“Guinness”? “Yes Sir” she said. I grinned. She had no idea the lucky choice she had made in her response. She left and returned shortly observing no ritual whatsoever. I pushed the silver to her and waved her away. They know not what they do.

I picked up the vessel and tipped it back. Moments later the heavy glass bottom struck the table and I pushed it away having properly emptied it.

Such was the place and time. The afternoon wore on and free persons came and went. The two men at the bar were clearly enjoying their day. Neither I, nor they, had any idea of what was to come.

A young couple entered.

The boy. Immediately forgotten.

The girl. Oh, the girl! Tall and slender she was, with long dark hair that reached to the small of her back. Her features were sublime; soft eyes, perfect cheeks and a mouth, gently parted as if waiting to be kissed. The cool air of the day left the features, apparent under her silk blouse, appear most pleasing.

She wore no collar or tether.

Our eyes met. She saw the power and desire in mine. She lowered hers in immediate submission. I caught my breath. This was kajira personified.

I motioned to the barkeep and he made his way to my table.

“Does this place have a Master”? I asked.

The barman looked at me quizzically. “A Master”? He replied searchingly.

“So the free come and go here without fear of capture”? I inquired further.

The barkeep’s situation came to him in a wave as he realized who I was and what was now likely to transpire. He took three steps back and all color left his cheeks. He lowered his eyes and dared speak.

“Master”, he said “please excuse my ignorance. I rarely have visitors of your station and bearing. "Please have mercy”.

I waved him away with a nod and rose from my chair to my full height. I took my dagger from the sheath under my pant leg and placed it on the table in front of me. Beside it I placed 12 gold cubes.

I called over the two men from their seats at the bar. To each of them I gave a single gold cube.

“I have need of your services until my tasks here today are complete. Will you do my bidding without equivocation”? My powerful gaze virtually eliminated their instinct to refuse.

They looked at the barman who gave them a vigorous nod. They looked at the gold and then back at me.

“Certainly Sir” and they stepped back in readiness.

“Barkeep. Does this place have a water closet”?

“Yes Sir” he replied “There are chambers upstairs complete with such amenities”.

With a nod to the barkeep I turned my attention to the young couple. They had, of course, been watching all this with quiet curiosity. The boy was intrigued but seemed unconcerned. The girl seemed a little uncomfortable in her seat. I suspect I knew the reason but I smiled and kept it to myself.

I set my gaze upon them. I looked past the boy and came to rest on the girl.

“girl”. The room vibrated as I spoke. “Come stand before me”.

The boy rose in his seat. The barman caught his breath and motioned the boy to stand fast. My gaze shifted to him as I motioned to my conscripts.

“See to it that this boy does not disturb me” I said, and they moved, one to each side of the lad, a hand on each shoulder pressuring him back into his seat.

“girl”. I will not ask again “Come stand before me”.

And so she rose and walked to me tentatively until she stood on the spot to which I pointed. I looked down upon her and smiled. She wore a simple frock. It was white and her arms were bare. The fabric caressed her body from the shoulders to a spot just below her thigh. Her breasts were small but prominent and her hips cried out for attention. She was truly, one of the most beautiful things I had come across since my arrival.

“Do you know who I am girl”?

“I think you are one of the invaders” she replied softly. Her voice was as though I had brushed my ears with silk.

“Do you know of us”? I asked.

“Only from stories” she replied.

I nodded. “The first thing you must learn, little one, is that kajira address me as Sir or Master. I can see that you require some education in our ways.”

She trembled. “But Sir, I am not a kajira”.

“Oh, you are, little one. Apparently, you are simply unaware”. The boy struggled in his seat and the conscripts held him fast. My gaze shifted to him for a moment before returning to the girl and I continued. “Today, I will have you. If you prove adequate, I will take you as mine.”

The boy cried out

“Put him on his knees and silence him”! I bellowed and it was done.

I picked up my dagger from the table and stepped forward. The girl took a half step back.

“Be still”. I instructed. “No harm will come to you”.

I put the dagger between her calves and nudged her to a position where she was standing with her legs spread. I momentarily sheathed the dagger and took her hands and clasped them behind her neck. Her bosom rose to prominence in response. I unsheathed my dagger and placed the tip gently on her breastbone under the neckline of her frock and in a long slow motion I sliced the frock open from the neckline to the hem. The fabric hung off her breasts and parted gently. Underneath she wore only white silk panties. They were clearly dampened. With the tip of the dagger I exposed each breast. Youthful they were, with tiny nipples enthusiastically stiffened. She looked up at me and I swear the tiniest of smiles played across her lips but was gone as quickly as it appeared. Then her eyes again lowered in obvious submission. With the dagger’s tip I traced a line from her breastbone to the waistband of her panties and moved as if to open them. Then I withdrew the weapon, stepped back and placed it back on the table.

I turned and addressed the serving wench. “I have a task for you” I said “Will you assist me”?

The wench looked at me and then at the gold on the table. I grinned and took two silver pieces from my pouch and placed them on the table.

“I trust the task will be reward enough”, I said, “but you may have this. You will take this girl upstairs to the water closet. You will see that she is properly cleaned and then you will return her to this spot. Now make haste”.

The wench looked at the girl and then back at me.

“With pleasure, Sir” she said picking up the silver pieces.

I turned my attention back to my quarry and looked at her hard and deep.

“You will put up no resistance”? I said, half as a query and half as a statement.

She trembled as she looked at me and lowered her eyes again. “I will obey, Sir” she said, and with that, the wench led her off to the stairwell and they disappeared upstairs.

Now I turned my attention to the boy on his knees across the room.

I picked up my dagger and motioned his handlers to stand him up and release him as I approached.

The boy shook himself in an attempt to regain his composure.

“I am not without mercy boy” I said definitively “Tell me, what is this girl to you”?

“She is my wife”. He replied with obvious defiance and disdain.

“Wife? I see. Yes.. This is the pair bond you earth people have where each of you live together, mate, and follow each other around like a pair of ducks or geese”?

“We think it’s a little more than that”. He tried to interrupt as I continued.

“And so by this bond you claim her as yours”? I looked at him with my eyebrow raised.

The boy nodded.

“Yet she wears no collar”?

As I spoke my ears picked up on sounds drifting into the room from the chambers above us. It was clearly the sound of giggling mixed with pleasure and more giggling. I smiled to myself as I listened, resolving that pleasant punishment would surely follow this afternoon’s activities.

“We do not collar our partners here”. The boy replied.

“I suspect that today is the day you will come to regret that practice but, as I said, I am not without mercy. I am a trader. Everything I own and everything I acquire has a value. Today I have acquired an earth girl who has no collar. As soon as she is properly cleansed, I will sample her. I expect she will be valued in excess of 20 cubes of gold. What say you”?

“She is mine”. The boy stood defiant and my eyes met his.

“Clearly, you do not understand”. I spoke the words slowly and clearly as I raised my dagger and rested its point on the soft skin beneath the boys chin. “Today an earth girl, as yet wearing no collar, caught my attention and I have taken her as mine. If you wish to argue THAT point, I will kill you where you stand. Do I make myself clear”?

The boy struggled to nod without impaling himself and I withdrew my weapon and continued.

“What I am doing is offering you a choice. You may stay until I have finished my ‘examination’. I will set my price and you may purchase her freedom if it suits you OR you may leave this place now and save yourself any further shame and embarrassment. What say you”?

The boy lowered his head, his shoulders slumped and he sighed.

“I have no gold”. He whispered “I have barely silver enough to feed us”.

I shrugged. “It is done then. Be gone”. And with that I turned on my heels and returned to my chair.

The boy stood for a moment and watched me walk away. As I turned to sit he charged at me and I caught him by the throat and lifted him from the ground.

“Do not challenge me further”! I scowled with fire in my eyes, and threw him to the floor.

I motioned my two conscripts and they took the boys arms as if to lift him up and assist him away. He stood on his own and shook them off and with what little dignity he had remaining, he walked to the door and departed.

As if on que, the sound of soft feet on the stair signalled the return of the two girls.

As they crossed the room my young girl’s eyes searched the room for the boy she had arrived with. She looked at the two conscripts who just shrugged, and then she looked at me. I directed her back to the spot in front of me and spoke to her.

“He was not worthy of you, little one. He has departed”.

She stammered. “He isn’t… You didn’t… “ A tear came to her eye.

“He is safe, little one, but you are no longer his”. I turned to the serving wench..

“She is properly cleansed”? I asked. The wench approached the table to respond.

“She is clean, Sir”. She said. “In fact, I had to cleanse her twice and you were certainly correct. The task was payment enough”. Then she winked as she set down the two silver pieces she had taken earlier. I could not suppress my wry grin. My earlier suspicion had been correct it seemed, and I found I could not fault this impertinent wench for being tempted by such sensual beauty. There would be time for pleasant punishment later. I gave her a solid slap on the bottom and sent her back to her station. This day was full of surprises.

I smiled as I turned back to my girl. It was now very clear that my initial evaluations had been correct and I was not about to be disappointed. It took considerable effort to recover the stern demeanour necessary to the circumstance.

My girl wore the same open frock that I had sent her upstairs with. The wench had taken care to return the girl exactly as she found her with one notable exception. The panties were gone. Oh well, I thought… one less thing.

“It seems you had a pleasant experience upstairs little one. Please explain yourself”.

“I’m sorry Sir”. She whispered “I was unable to control it. There were hands and soap and hands and your wench got all wet so she had to remove her garments and then there was water and soap and hands and bodies and and and…”

“Shush girl. That’s enough”. I had to stop her. I could feel my manhood beginning to stiffen as it was.

My two conscripts were still standing where they had left the boy. I pointed to the front entrance to the tavern.

“You two will stand outside and see that no one enters this place until I tell you otherwise”

I waited until they exited and then returned my attention to the task at hand.

“Do you remember the position I placed you in before I sent you to be cleaned”?

“I do, Sir” she replied as she spread her legs and clasped her hands behind her neck.

“Good. Remember this as the ‘inspection’ position. You will be called upon to assume it from time to time. Now be still while I look at you”.

I drew my dagger and used its tip to spread her frock. Her breasts tapered in a gentle curve, the nipples pointing slightly upward. The skin of her neck and chest was clean and pure and there was a natural line from her breastbone down her belly past the navel and ending at the top of her labia. Her mound protruded slightly and looked ever so sweet and dainty. The gap between her thighs was just wide enough to slip in three fingers without resistance. My gaze travelled back up her body and again with the tip of my dagger I encircled her neck so as to gather up her hair and bring it around to rest on her right breast. I walked around her to observe the curve of her back, however clarity was hampered by the frock. I gathered up the strap on her left shoulder and with my dagger I cut it. Then I did the same on the right shoulder. Without support the garment fell to the floor exposing the skin of her back and buttocks. This girl had no flaws. The skin of her back was as clear as an unpainted canvas. It curved out to her buttocks in a gentle line but with enough depth to rest a hand upon. The buttocks themselves were round and plump and a little more than two generous handfuls in mass. Her legs tapered gracefully and came to rest on two feet that were dainty and perfectly manicured. I returned to stand in front of her and I sheathed my dagger.

I took her face in my rough hand and my thumb brushed over her lips and cheek. Then I took her wrists and lowered her arms back to her sides.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are”? It was more of a statement than a question.

She blushed and lowered her eyes.

I took a cushion from a nearby bench and placed it on the floor in front of me. Then I removed my vest and shirt and sat back in my chair.

Earth men do not carry the muscular structure of a Gorean Master. Our chests and biceps are prominent and the veins show clearly the blood flow that gives us our incredible stamina. We have large, rough, working hands and strong facial features. In polite conversation we are often asked if we visited earth centuries ago with names like Zeus and Hercules but there is nothing in our history to indicate such visits. Both the girl in front of me and the wench by the bar stared in wonderment at the sight. My eyes, however, were still fixed on the girl in front of me who would soon come to learn the ways of kajira.

“Girl”. I pointed at the cushion “Kneel here and remove my boots.”

The girl looked at me and then at the cushion in hesitation. My gaze hardened.

“Girl”. I repeated “Kneel and remove my boots.” I will not ask again.

She stepped forward cautiously and knelt on the cushion. She slid the boots from my feet and placed them under the table beside us. She knew no ritual but the time for training would come. “The hosiery also”. I instructed. This too, was greeted with compliance. This task completed, she looked up at me with uncertainty, not sure what to do next, and clearly waiting for my next words.

I spread my knees slightly so that I could see her in her position of service before me. She sat back, her buttocks resting on her heels, her hands at her sides and her face uplifted in expectation.

“Do you clearly understand what is transpiring here today, little one”? I looked hard into her eyes ask I asked.

“I think you want to fuck me”. She whispered.

I reach forward and grasp her face firmly in my hand.

“Those words are not pretty on your lips, little one, but you are correct. I will sample you today. But this is much more than that. From the moment I called you to come before me, you became mine. When we leave this place I will take you to MY tavern. My kajira will teach you the basics of service and when you are properly prepared, you will bare your neck and I will place my collar upon it. From that day forward you will serve me. Do you understand this”?

The girl whimpered “But what of my family… my husband… my parents”?

“They are of no concern to me. I, and your sisters will be your family. Your life now is to serve. You will call me Master and you be available at my whim, to do with as I please. You will obey without question or you will be punished accordingly. Life will be simple, little one. Serve me well and you will be happy and content”.

She looked up at me. Her eyes searched mine for the briefest of moments and then travelled down my body. Her next words were not ones I will soon forget.

“Master”. She spoke softly as though testing the word on her lips. “I have heard stories of the brutality
f your race. I have heard that you treat your women with no reverence at all and simply take them, by force if necessary, as you see fit. I may learn differently in the future, but from what I have seen here today, you have taken what you wanted with authority, yet tempered with mercy. If I am to be taken, I can only wish that it be by a hand such as yours”.

Such words required no response. I simply nodded and then proceeded.

“What is your name little one”?

“My name is Annaliese, Master’.

“I will call you anna, little one. Now you will demonstrate your pleasures”. And with that instruction, I stood up.

“Remove the rest of my trappings girl”.

Anna reached forward, unfastened the button on my jeans and wiggled them down my legs. I stepped out of them and she pushed them to the side. Then she drew the waistband of my undergarment over my cock and it was released. Her eyes widened in disbelief. I heard a thump and glanced to my right. The serving wench had fainted.

Anna took my cock in her soft hand and gently stroked it. The response was immediate and it rose to its full grandeur. Two knee steps closer she came as she stroked me with her hand and then against her cheek, gently teasing the tip with her lips and nose. Then her lips parted and her tongue emerged like a rose
petal welcoming the dew that was gathering. She licked the glistening drop from me and then took me in her mouth. The tip was the size and colour of a ripe plum as she encircled it and sucked on it gently to moisten it. She suckled the tip for a few moments and then ran her gentle tongue up and down the sides of my shaft making it glisten even in the low light of the tavern. Then, with her right hand firmly around the base and the fingers of her left hand cupping my balls, she drew my cock in as far as her dainty mouth would take me and held it there to warm it thoroughly. Then she began to stroke me with her mouth. Slowly at first and then faster as her own passions arose in her. I rested my hand on her hair, feeling the motion of her head against me. I revelled in the warmth of her. From time to time she would remove me from her mouth and stroke the full length of my shaft with her hand and then take me in again. When I could stand no more, I took her head between my palms and removed myself from her heavenly grasp.

She looked up at me quizzically. “Was it not pleasing Master”? I just smiled.

“Stand up little one”. I stood also. I grabbed her by the hips and I lifted her from the floor and carried her to the bar. I sat her upon it and spread her legs with my hands. The barman and the serving wench were still there and sweating profusely I noticed.

I looked at them curiously. “If you are finding yourselves overcome”, I said “You may pleasure each other if you wish to” No sooner were the words out of my mouth and the serving wench had stripped off her corset exposing her ample breasts and was clawing at the barman’s belt. I smiled and returned to my own
pleasures.

I pulled Anna towards me and with my hands firmly gripping her shoulders I kissed her hard and deep, my tongue meeting hers as it forced its way between her beautiful lips. I tasted every inch of her mouth and then her face, enjoying her skin and savouring every scent that was upon her. My hands slid down her arms and positioned her in a way that she could support herself and then my hands left hers and began to explore her body.

I stood back so I could watch as my hands caressed her skin. They travelled up her arms again and across her shoulders and over her slender neck. She shivered a bit and I saw her skin respond with goosebumps as my hand passed across her breastbone just above her bosom.

My hands went to her breasts and I squeezed them firmly, with my thumbs brushing her stiff nipples. Anna’s head tilted back and she moaned softly. I lingered there for a while, enjoying her soft flesh and teasing her nipples with my hands and soon my mouth and my tongue as well. Her skin was delicious and she responded to my touch, placing her hand on my head as I suckled her. I could have tarried much longer but there were other regions to be explored and my manhood was throbbing almost painfully.

I raised my head and my hands drifted down her body and over her tummy. My fingers traced gentle circles around her navel as they passed and soon they found the mounds that shaped her labia which shadowed the tender pink valley within. With my thumb I parted her lips and brushed her clitoris. She gasped and involuntarily thrust her pelvis forward.

“Be still, little one” I looked at her but her eyes were glassy and lost in the moment.

I took two fingers and ran them over the soft pink flesh between the lips of her labia. She was sopping wet and the fluids were running across her thighs and between her buttocks. I rubbed her firmly, working the flesh and her clitoris until her breathing became rapid and uncontrolled. Then I thrust my fingers inside of her and upwards and she yelled out with pleasure. I thrust them into her firmly and repeatedly until she was moaning loudly and was losing control. Then I stopped and placed the palm of my hand flat and firmly against her and held it there.

She slowly tensed and then she looked down at me. “Oh my god Master”, she almost cried “Why did you stop”?

“It is not yet time little one”. I looked up at her firmly “I will tell you when you may have your happy release. Until then you must learn to control yourself. Do you understand”?

“Yes Master”. She whimpered

I removed my hand and again my gaze fell upon the beautiful shapes between Anna’s legs. I leaned forward then and I tasted her. My tongue began its journey just above her rectum and tasted her slowly until it reached her clitoris. My hands slipped under her buttocks and lifted her to my face and I buried myself in her soft flesh and sweet nectars. Again her breathing became rapid and again she moaned. Her hips pushed toward me with every stroke of my tongue. We continued vigorously until, again, she was on the edge of losing control and again… I stopped and calmed her.

Then I stepped back and stood her up in front of me. She reached out, of her own volition, and stroked my throbbing cock. Her eyes were glassy with passion and her breathing was quick. I pulled a barstool from nearby and sat upon it. I place my hands under her arms and lifted her high in the air in front of me. I kissed her belly and lowered her slowly, almost reverently, on to my waiting cock. Her breath hissed inward as she felt me fill her and her eyed grew wider as I filled her more. I lowered her until her cheeks touched my thighs and rested there. With my cock deep inside her, I kissed her again, hard and deep and with great passion.

Then her eyes cleared and she looked deep into me. She stroked the hair back over my ear.

She smiled and said. “May I Master”?

I smiled too. “You may” I said.

Her feet found the rails of the bar stool and she lifted herself until my tip was only just inside her and then lowered herself again. Five or ten times she repeated this slowly as she smiled and watched my face. Then her pace increased and my passion seared inside her. More and more rapidly she moved and as the minutes passed I swore there were moments that I almost lost consciousness with the pleasure of it. Our passion hurdled towards climax and she screamed…

“May I cum Master”? She forced the words between moans.

“Not yet little one”. My pulse pounded feverishly.

“Now Master”. She begged.

“MASTER. PLEASE”.

I exploded inside her.

“NOW little one”! I commanded. And she screamed and her muscles clenched and her juices flowed over me like a like dam bursting in springtime, filling my lap with the sweetest of fluids.

I had to hold her up to keep her from falling from my lap when the throbbing subsided. She collapsed in my arms like a ready for her bed. I was still inside her as my manhood retreated to rest itself.

A warm cloth and a towel magically appeared on the bar and for the first time in a while, I noticed the serving wench and the barman looking on and smiling. I nodded to the wench and lifted Anna and stood her in front of me. I looked at the cloth and then back at her. She smiled, picked up the cloth and, with her mouth and the cloth and the towel, she cleaned me and dried me.

When she finished, she looked up at me.

“You are pleased Sir”. She said

“Presume nothing, little one”. I told her “There will be many opportunities to serve me further”. I am certain, however, that my smile gave me away.

I nodded at the serving wench.

“Take her again and clean her”. I instructed “And find her something to wear”.

The wench nodded and took Anna by the arm. When they were just about to the stairs I spoke again. “Wench”. She turned and I spoke with authority. “Only ONCE this time”. I grinned and it was echoed on the face of the servant. “As you wish Sir”. And they proceeded out of sight.

I gathered myself and found my jeans and shirt. I leaned on the bar and looked to the barman.

“Your finest scotch man”. It was as much a command as a request.

The barman smiled. He walked to the end of the bar and opened a small cupboard with a key from his pocket. He drew out a bottle and carried it over to me with reverence and set it on the bar. I looked at him and then at the bottle and now it was my turn to smile.

Before me stood a bottle of Glenfiddich and not just any Speyside. This was 40 years old and numbered. A heavy glass tumbler appeared on the bar. “One for yourself also”. I gestured to him and so another tumbler appeared. The barman went to the freezer.

“Oh my god man”. I was shocked “You will NOT put ice in this”!

The barman smiled and drew out 4 whiskey stones. “No Sir”. He said “I would gut myself before committing such a treason. But these stones will bring the nectar to the perfect temperature for its proper enjoyment”.

He placed the stones into the tumblers and worked the cork from the bottle. A dram each he poured and before we proceeded he re-corked the bottle and placed it back in its safe resting place.

I raised my glass and toasted. “To a most fruitful afternoon. I trust we BOTH discovered pleasures to which we were previously unaware”? The barman raised his glass and tapped mine. “Indeed Sir… indeed”.

The two girls returned presently. The wench had found Anna a blue silk dress that suited her features wonderfully. I directed Anna to sit herself on the cushion by my feet and I instructed the wench to call back the two conscripts who had been guarding the entrance.

When they returned they presented themselves in front of me.

They were strapping young lads and I could see them being valuable to me in the future. I nodded to each of them. I called over the wench and the barman and the four of them stood before me.

“I am Potente”. I said. “You may all consider yourselves friends of my house and should you need anything in the future, come and see me and I’m sure we can strike a bargain”.

They each nodded in turn and with that I dismissed them.

“Rise, little one”. And as she stood I stood also. “It is time for you to see the house you will serve.”

I gave her a brisk swat on the rump and gestured her towards the door…

And with that, we left.

THE END… no wait…

THE BEGINNING… (smile)
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To Be MASTER
Posted:Apr 26, 2016 10:00 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2016 1:34 pm
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What does it mean to be MASTER?

These are the questions I ask myself every day when I look upon the true beauty of my kajira.

Who am I to command such power over another human being?

Does she kneel because my whip or paddle demands it, or does she kneel simply because my very presence demands it?

Does she kneel because I provide security and shelter, both by my moral code and by my actions, or again, simply because my whip or paddle demand it?

Does she kneel because she cannot escape me, or does she kneel out of true reverence and appreciation?

Is there a difference between strength and power?

When she averts her eyes, is it simply from respect, or is the raw power in my eyes simply overwhelming?

Who has greater power? A conqueror or a leader?

What does it mean to be MASTER?

It is not necessary to answer these questions. It is enough simply to ask them.
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AN ANALOGY
Posted:Apr 8, 2016 12:03 pm
Last Updated:May 18, 2017 8:19 pm
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I acquired my first kajira many moons ago. Slender and smooth skinned she was and sensitive to my touch. An empty vessel.. A thing of beauty yet to be trained.. I provided her with energy and she came to life in my hands. I called her iPod and taught her many beautiful songs..

Whenever we are together she plays beautiful music for me. It pleases me greatly and she brings me to heights of pleasure that I have never known. With a touch of my hand i can bring her to life and with a touch of my hand I can quiet her. Sometimes I will bring her to life for others to listen to and she makes beautiful music for them. It is the music I have trained her to make so in my ears it is still beautiful to anyone who hears it. And with my touch I can silence her.

At times her energy depletes.. She takes the energy I have provided and retreats to a quiet place to recharge herself. After a time, I can touch her and again hear her beautiful music.

I know, as her master, that because I trained her properly and ensure that her energy cycles are properly attended to, that she will play beautiful music for me for many, many moons to come.

It pleases me to own her.

I have heard of examples where masters have acquired similar kajira without the same success. A friend of a friend had one he called mp3. I know not the details of her training or energy cycles but I have heard that she was often punished. From that I can only assume that her master was not as pleased as I have been with my kajira. After a time mp3 required recharging more and more often and for longer periods. Her smooth skin became scratched and disfigured which further displeased the master. Soon her time with him ended. She could no longer retain her energy and her music ceased to play for him. I understand he released her from his service and has since acquired a fresh kajira to make music for him. I know not the outcome of that. My only hope for my friend's friend, is that he has learned to value his possessions.

But the matters of other masters are no business of mine. My iPod is as valuable to me today as she was the day I acquired her and I do not see that diminishing in the foreseeable future.

I am pleased.
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