She had come to me in response to an ad I had placed in one ofthe national rag magazines. These deal in the now not so hiddenlifestyle of masters and slaves. She stated that although shehad never had any first hand exposure to real S&M, she was verycurious about the subject and wanted to learn more. Since Irarely take on people who have no experience I insisted that shefind someone who she knew and trusted to show her some of thelighter stuff. She insisted that she knew of no one who was intothis type of kink and deeply wanted me to give her what it wasshe was looking for. With a large amount of reluctance I agreedto train her. ( most have many good and exciting fantasies butthe real thing is much more demanding than they expect) All ofthis was by telephone and from six states away. We had madearrangements for her to fly out on her vacation time she hadcoming from work, two weeks, not much time for her training butenough for her to be able to decide if she wanted to continue ornot. The weeks flew by and when the fateful day came she camebounding off the boarding ramp at the airport with a childlikezeal. At lunch we talked for a while and she related to me herdesires these were not unlike many I had heard before. Basicallythe idea of being tied made her so hot that is all she could talkabout. She related to me of the many times she had tied herankles together when sleeping at night and how unsatisfied shewas with "regular sex." I told her of the basic rules of thetraining program I had and she seemed even more ready to start.We proceeded to my home located at the foot of the tallest moun-tain in the continental united states, Mt. Rainier. She, onceinside the door was ask to remove all her clothes and hang themin the hall closet. This she did without any hesitation. Athick leather collar was locked about her neck and her wristswere secured behind her with a pair of leather hospital re-straints, these were key locking. Thusly she was lead to thelower level of the home to an area that had been converted forthe training of slaves. Her eyes seemed to grow large at thesight of the room and its many accommodations,and for a moment ortwo it seemed she wanted to change her mind. But when ever webring someone who has never had any training before into ourworkshop they are ask a lot of questions while on video tape.During this brief question and taping session she had stillexpressed a deep desire to disown her body to the whims of anoth-er. So that is how she was lead into this opening scenario.Restraints were attached to each of her ankles similar to theones that were already on her wrists. Each arm was attached to aring set in the heavy ceiling beams put there for that exactpurpose. her ankles now attach also to a length of steel chainwere likewise attached to rings set into the floor. She stoodthere on her toes, her head up and alert waiting for what wasnext to come. Her eyes looked at me with a questioning glance asI placed the leather hood over her head and secured it below herhead around the neck. (inside the hood was a gag sewn insidethat had a corresponding strap on the outside to pull it insidethe mouth) She was then gagged and sightless, also the hood makessound a very limited sensation. (by the way there are holes nearthe nose of the hood for breathing for you who have never seenone of these ) In the top of the hood is a ring this was securedto the beam directly over her head. making it impossible for herto move, talk, see, or hear. With her now quivering legs spreadso far apart she must have felt very venerable to anything what-soever. We strapped a special type of vibrator around her waistand slipped a sensor inside her vaginal cavity. ( The sensormonitors vaginal contractions, the vibrator fits over the exter-nal vaginal area near the clitoris. The vibrator stimulates theperson to a point near orgasm, then as soon as the person getsinto the action and starts to go with it with action of their ownthe sensor detects the muscle action and shuts off the vibrator,after five minutes it starts all over again.) This was the wayshe was left for the first four hours. I watched but didn'tspeak to her. I left her to the world of simple sexual frustra-tion. After about two hours she was hanging in the restraints byher wrists, sweat was profuse on her body. the vibrator runningshe just shuddered and moaned. And then it would be off againand she would relax, and then on again and you could see the legmuscles quiver. In this fashion she was denied a complete re-lease. When this was over she had little strength and was stickyfrom her own sweat. Removed from this she was placed in a spe-cial chair, this was at one time a dental office chair with thehydraulic lift and all With the back tilted all the way back andher bent over it she was secured. The chair was raised to whereher feet were no longer touching the floor and her rear wasnicely displayed. Quickly without warning several strokes from alight cane were applied. her body then again came alive. And adrawing appeared upon her bottom. As soon as this had finished,the vibrator was once again turned on this time with the sensorturned off and she was allowed to orgasm. Her orgasm lastedthree minutes. And during the caning she had not cried, butduring orgasm she sobbed continuously. After a long shower, somelight food, some small talk, we settled into a good long conver-sation of her first day. She said she had never had an orgasm ofthat magnitude before in her life. And wanted to think about itover night to see if she wanted to try some other things. Sheslept chained. (end day one) *** THE TRUE STORY OF SHANNON ****** ****** DAY TWO ****** ****** *** When the morning came she found her self sore and chained. Shehad a rather demanding time the day before. She still had somesigns of the cane on her rear, but they were now faded and werejust memories. She sat up as I entered the room, she parted herlips in an attempt to speak and held her thought, she rememberedthat the one thing I had taught her that was most important wasthat a slave never speaks unless she is given permission to doso. I seeing that she had something to say ask her what was onher mind. She started by asking what was for breakfast, I toldher she would be fed but not quite yet. I told her to get ontoher knees, she complied. I reached around and braceleted herwrists behind her back. She was kneeling there looking up at mewith a "what's next" kind of expression. I pointed to the zipperon my pants. She said " I haven't even been to the bathroomyet." I slapped her face and told her that she had two optionswhile in this place, one was to leave and the other was to do asshe was ask. She said she was sorry and unzipped my pants re-moved my penis and started sucking on it with a reluctant butsteady back and forth motion. (she had a way of opening hermouth on - the down stroke and then closing and sucking real hardon the up stroke) I came in a matter of minutes. I saw a whiteslickness around her lips and knew it was my seed. She clearedher throat a few times and stayed in the position I had request-ed. I reached behind her and grabbed her wrists by the brace-lets. I took her over to the ring in the center of the room andwith a short piece of chain secured them up in the air behind herback. She was teetering there in her tiptoes head down arms uprear sticking out. again I applied the cane this time I told hernot to make a sound. I said to her that if she was quiet I wouldonly give her five, but if she made noise I would start countingall over again. She received twenty nine before she decided tobe quiet. She also couldn't hold her water while she was beingdisciplined (remember she had to use the bathroom) I know thisseem hard to some of you but you have to understand she was thereof her own will, also she could leave anytime she wanted to.After the caning she was allowed to use the bath and to get readyfor the day after the shower she was allowed to eat. Her foodwas given to her on the floor, her hands were again behind herback. (you should have been there) She had oatmeal all over herface and even some in her hair. After another shower she chainedin the corner of the room with instructions not to speak. Shespent most of the day there. When evening came she was lead offto spend some time with a female friend of mine. ( I wasn'tinvolved in this so I can relate it to you but I am sure yourimagination will do...she slept the night with my friend. Thenext morning...well that's another story **************** THE TRUE STORY ********************************* ********************************* OF SLAVE GIRL SHANNON ********************************* ********************************* DAY THREE ***************** It was late the next morning when I saw Shannon, she was returnednaked in a sheet. Her breasts and neck were covered withhickies. I never ask about that night, but always wished I had.She was in a very pleasant mood, although I noticed when she satdown that she did so very gingerly. I had her turn around so Icould inspect her back side. I was surprised to note that eventhough whipped the day before with the intention of leaving somewelts, the welts were gone! She had some rather large roundbruises that seemed to me would stay for a few days. Asking herwhat was used on her to create these nice paintings she replied"a large kitchen spoon." I decided to give her ass a break for afew days and try to concentrate on other more meaningful areas ofher training. Her ankles were cuffed together with her in akneeling position. Her wrists were braceleted behind her back.Her hair (not very long about shoulder length) was tied into apony tail and attached to a cord which ran to a ring in theceiling. Nipple clamps attached. a connecting strap was runfrom her wrists to her ankles and drawn tight bringing her feetup and behind her such a way that the only thing balancing herwas the cord on her hair. A large mirror was placed in front ofher so that she could see all of her self. A recorder was placednear her, the mike attached to the mirror. She was told this "This is the way you will remain until you recite the followingone thousand times "I am a female, I belong to men, to real menand only to them - it is my natural calling to be owned, and toobey. I will strive to please any and all real men. For I am aslave to my sexual desires." (For her to do this completelywould take many hours and would not be practical for her toremain in this position) (The idea that even though what hasbeen asked may seem impossible for her to do, that she be willingto expend all of her energy trying to do it ) She was left therefor about two hours she had about three hundred lines done. Twohours is a very long time in that position. When I entered theroom she looked to me and continued to repeat the phrase. I saidwait..."how are you doing?" She replied her back hurt and herhands were going to sleep. I ask how many she had done shedidn't know how many. I said for her to start over and countthis time. Her whole body began to shake and she started to cry.I inquired of her what was wrong. She said "I just cant staythis way any more" I said "You will until you finish." (I wantedher to beg for something else) She said "I will do anythingjust ask - but I can't do this any more." (I was waiting forthat famous-line"I will do anything" Now she had made some realprogress) ********Three things to think about here : 1. She was staying of****of her own accord. 2. She had submitted to another****woman the night before. 3. She had accepted discipline from****two different dominant people in less than 48 hours. And was****willing to submit to anything to get out of an uncomfortable****training session. But most important was the fact that she****didn't ask to leave just to submit to something different.**** She was released from the restraints she was under. She wasinstructed to report to the bath area of the house. She wasthere waiting for me when I entered a half hour later, justsitting there on the edge of the tub, naked. I had her get intothe tub and place her hands on the side of the tub. She wassitting facing the faucet. Her body was turned to the sidebecause of the position of her hands. After removing all of myown clothes I stepped inside the tub and had her place her handson my ankles. Her head was a little higher than my knees, shewas bent forward just slightly. Pointing to my penis and scrotumI had made my desire known. I straddled her body with her stillsitting. Her head back, mouth open tongue licking the undersideof my scrotum. I was sure this wasn't something new to her sinceshe had this devil look on her face. Requiring her to lickbetween my legs for a few minutes was just prep for the nextthing to come. I took hold of my penis and directed it to hermouth, she accepted it eagerly. The direction that she nextreceived was to stimulate her self as best she could with onehand while placating me. (what was done next you may say isimpossible, it is if you have-not worked on it for a long time)When I saw that she was getting excited her self and she wasworking harder and harder on me I started urinating in her mouth.It took a few seconds for her to realize what was going on, assoon as I saw her eyes look at me with some resistance I grabbedher hair and just held it tightly. She closed her eyes andsucked and swallowed as hard as she could and orgasmed her selfin a tightening of her body that bent her double beneath me. Myurine continued to flow on her back and form little rivulets downto her rear. A long shower followed. We both washed and ca-ressed each other and then made love in the shower with the waterpelting us all the while. It was good for me and she was wellspent also. The remainder of the day and evening she spent at myside on her hands and knees with collar and leash. She slept ina wire kennel made person size, with carpeting not too uncomfort-able except it is only four feet long and two and one half feetwide. How did she sleep? Tell you next time...... ******************** THE TRUE STORY ************************************* ********************************** OF ******************************** ******************************** SLAVE GIRL ********************************** ************************************ SHANNON ********************* ****** DAY FOUR ****** *** Shannon was sleeping in the cage below in the training room. Ihad some business other than training her for the day. She foundher self confined for the day with out food or use of a restroom. She did have a supply of water that was connected to theside of the cage. The cage being locked shut left her no otheroption than to stay where I had left her. I returned later inthe day, about six or so. After some dinner I descended to thecages area. She was sleeping in a fetal position. I kicked theside of the cage and informed I wanted her to wake up. She satup and said "Where have you been " This was not a good move onher part for a slave does not require from her master such infor-mation. I unlocked the cage and told her to go take a shower andreturn as quickly as possible. I was very interested in thefeelings she was having since she had been forced to relieve herself in her cage and then stay in there. She returned a shorttime later with wet hair and a smell of fresh shampoo. Her lipshad been done as well as her eyes. I noticed that even hernipples were redder than is normal. She entered and she kneltbefore me. (I love it when they do that) She was getting theidea. I ask her if she always spoke without permission. shereplied "sorry Master" And she proceeded to place her head tothe floor. (I also love that) I told her "get the whip " shecrawled on her hands and knees to where the whip hung and raisedher self up and took it between her teeth and lowered her self tothe floor and came back to where I was. I asked her "Are youready for the whip?" and she replied "Yes Master" I said "askpermission first from now on if you wish to speak." She replied"yes Master." I wanted to ask questions about her thoughts anddidn't want to change the way she felt at the moment. The fol-lowing are the questions as taped at the time. ||||||||*|||||||||Q. How do you feel about your training so far Shannon?>>A. It has been a lot different than I had expected it to be. Ihad expected a lot more beating, but I wasn't sure. I wasn'tsure if what I had expressed I was interested in would be ex-plored. ||||||||||*||||||||||||Q. This was your fourth day, I feel you have made good changesin becoming a slave in your heart, how do you feel?>>A. When I came here I was very interested in getting rid of mytemper and my inhibitions, I have found that so far I have notfelt either of these. I don't understand that since I havealways had them. But so far I feel like furniture with but onereal purpose to please. I don't know if that is what I trulywant for this is a very addictive manner of existence. |||||||||*|||||||||Q. Do you want to continue your training ?>A. If My master is pleased to do so. I would wish that hecontinue. I do wish that he could be more demanding of thisslave of his. ||||||||*||||||||>>>> I concluded the evening with giving her a sound strapping, Thiswas done with a wide leather strap and was applied to her backand leg's. She slept that night without being fed. ********************* ***************************************** SHANNON SLAVE GIRL *************************************** *************************************** DAY FIVE ***************************************** *************************************************************************************************************************************************** It was late in the morning when she awoke. Food was waiting forher outside of her cage. It was as usual oatmeal with a piece ofwheat toast and some coffee. She was sore from the strapping thenight before but was in a good mood. She greeted me with asmile and a "Good Morning Master." I had her crawl out of thecage and she stayed on her knees waiting for instructions. Ifelt that she had taken to heart the whole idea of being a trueslave. She was looking at me with a look of anticipation thatwas to much for me to resist. I ask her to stand up then bendover and grab her ankles. I proceeded to inspect her body. Herback had several wide red marks from the strapping the nightbefore. I could also see some smaller welts on the backs of herlegs. I think these were from the tip of the strap which istraveling at a greater speed than the middle section and there-fore has a deeper impact. The sight of this sweet little wasnice. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DAY FIVE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WHAT WAS HER REQUEST ? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ** At first she thought for a few moments, then she ask in a lowsoft way "Do you think I could handle having my nipples pierced?" I replied "It all depends on how much you want it done and if youare willing to take care of them for a few weeks while theyheal." She said "I mean do you think I could handle the pain, they areso sensitive. I have never thought about it much before but nowI do want it done." I told her to remove her clothes and recline into the dentalchair where I proceeded to secure her hand body and foot. Ididn't blindfold her because I wanted her to watch, also I omit-ted the normal gag. She was fastened on her back with her headforward close to her chest. Her arms were tied to the sides andher feet secured to the foot rails of the chair. Over the middleof her body was a wide strap about three inches wide, this kepther from sudden movements that might cause problems with thepiercing.****When I do piercings I like to be exact in the positioning ofthe piercing tool. This makes piercing quicker and less painful.I went to the chest where I keep these types of instruments, Iwithdrew a short but thick veterinary needle. This type ofneedle has considerable size and allows a nylon filament to slidethrough the center of it. The filament is made for weed-eatersand is the size of a match stick. The problem one has with doing piercings is keeping everythingclean during the operation, and proper care after the wound hasbeen inflicted. She was watching as I gathered these variousthings. I had some alcohol swabs the kind that have their ownfoil pack, also a pair of pliers that had flat blades with a holedrilled near the end. The handle of the pliers had a ratchetlatch to adjust the amount of pressure applied. As I approachedher with these various devices I saw that possibly the reality ofthe situation might be more than the fantasy she maintained.This I could see in the look she had on her face. I ask her onemore time if she wanted to go through with it. Her reply wasjust do it and I'll try not to make noise. I placed the pliersover her left nipple bringing the blades closed on the tip flat-tening out its surface. When flattened out it was about one halfof an inch wide. I told her not to look at what I was doing, (Ididn't want her to flinch when she saw the needle coming) Iplaced the tip of the needle at the opening in the plier blade ,with one hard push it was passed completely through to the otherside. She screamed and heaved her chest up and then settled backinto the chair. I took a precut length of the nylon filament andfed it through the needle about three inches. While holding thefilament I with drew the needle leaving the nylon behind hangingout of each side of the nipple. Then I removed the pliers andplaced them on the other breast. After removing the pliers fromher left nipple and the blood was allowed to return to it, itstarted to bleed. I placed a large self stick bandage over theentire nipple because there is nothing as bad as having to watchblood run down someone's body knowing full well you are the onewho caused it to do so. In a matter of a few minutes both of hernipples were pierced in this manner. Both breasts had nylonfilament hanging from their respective nipples. This filamentwas thick and stiff. It was about six inches in length. Theends were brought together and fed through a small metal crimpthat fastened them as one piece. These appeared as rather largeplastic hoops on the front of her body. The length of thesehoops allowed her to move them through the piercing while beingable to coat the hoop with medication.******She hadn't screamed when I passed the second needle, I feltshe had handled the whole thing rather well. She would soon findthat they would get very sore for a couple of weeks and thenthere after they would always display a tendency to be moresensitive. She was released from the chair and allowed the runof the house for the first time. I found that she followed meand when I sat she sat on the floor next to my legs. I used herlips briefly that evening before I sent her to her cage. She wasbecoming exquisite.......................... a true slave,heated by her desire to please. ******************** **********************>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> SHANNON DAY SIX <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<************** **************>>>>>>>>>>> SIMPLE THOUGHTS <<<<<<<<<< be but non the less she awoke with much groaning and oohing andahhhing, it seemed that she had a pair of very tender breasts. Iexpected them to be this way but she didn't take to heart what Ihad said to her about them being sore for about two weeks. Itold her to take a shower that morning and then gave her a tubeof Folies ointment to apply to the nylon cord and rotate throughthem. I didn't see her for about three or four hours I was busywith some other stuff I had to do. One can't spend 24 hours aday keeping these little truffets well when I again thought ofher it was about noon. I saw her kneeling in the kitchen areawatching someone cook the noonday meal. Before the meal wasserved she was instructed to clean the floor with a small broomand told to put the things in the dustpan in the trash. I wasseated at the table and Shannon was on the floor beside me. Shewas not allowed to eat with her fingers, instead she ate from aregular doggy dish that was bought for her. We were having bacontomato sandwiches. she on the other hand was having the samething but hers had been cut up into little pieces just the sizeshe would require for her mouth to be able to pick up and chew.Beside her food bowl was a clean bowl of water with a few icecubes in it. The sight of a beautiful female eating this waytotally naked, well I must say is exciting. I had finished mysandwiches and the person who had cooked the meal had gone intoanother room. I was watching Shannon struggle with her food.The sight of her trying to drink, well it was easy when the bowlwas somewhat full she could simply purse her lips and suck in thewater, but after a few drinks this was not possible, instead shehad to lap at the water like a cat or a dog. I loved the soundof her small little tongue lapping, lapping, lapping. She hadfinished her food and I felt this was a good time for some newtraining. I said "Shannon get under the table" I reached underand unzipped my pants and withdrew my penis. Quickly she had theidea and took it deep into her mouth, being limp at the time itwas easy to do. It wasn't long before most of it was stickingout of her mouth. Sweet slave this is your desert. She nevermissed a stroke as I practiced trying not to show any emotion. Ifigured at some future party to have her under the table for theentire meal and watch the expressions on the other guests facesas she traveled around the table. As she finished me off I feltlike I was going to never repeat this satisfaction, Having but asimple piece of property in my total control, one who was revel-ing in my total happiness. She was indeed a slave a slave of herown desire one who would go to any length to please a man andyet she was to be there for another eight days. I couldn't be-lieve the way she had come around to the slave mind set. I knowshe had wanted it but this was so soon that even I was sure itwould have taken longer. After lunch I told her I wanted toinspect her now ventilated nipples, she stuck out her chest toshow them off to me. She touched one and I saw her wince. Itook hold of both the nylon filaments and placed them both in thegrasp of one hand trying not to cause her any discomfort. Thengentle I drew her lips to mine and kissed her deeply, as I waskissing her I brought a slight amount of pressure to the linesthat connected the nipples and I could feel her body shiver butshe just pressed her lips harder to mine and they even hurt wellafter the kiss was over but she had not stopped me nor had shesaid anything that would lead me to think that I had done any-thing out of the order. I took her and chained her by the neckto a ring set in the corned of the room. This was one of thosenew style hitching post rings about three inches in diameter witha big screw on it. To this was a piece of chain about one inchwide. The chain was looped around her neck once and a padlockwas put on to keep it there. She was chained in such a fashionthat she had to stay on her knees. I left her there with outpermission to speak until I saw she was very restless. I gaveher permission to speak and ask her if she needed to use thebathroom. She gave me a soft "yes Master" I allowed her to useit but I stood there and watched all of the time. Her modestywas dwindling and I wanted her to have none. After finishing Itook her onto the back porch which is a deck and has sides so noone can see and chained her to a ring set in the side of it. Thereason for this was for her to get some sun. She was out sidefor about an hour and I decided to bring her in the weather wasgetting cold and I didn't want a sick slave. She was sent to herkennel to watch some lesbian movies I had put there for her towatch, ( I knew she would watch them because it was better thanwatching the walls grow) WILL SHE GO FARTHER STAY TUNED *** ****** ****** ********************** DAY SEVEN SHANNON ******************+++++++++ When the other girl entered the room Shannon raised herhead to take note of the sounds coming from me and the slave Ihad with me. She then sat up and watched as I placed the otherslave in four corned restraint, (Arms tied above head out to thesides, legs spread tied to rings set into floor) She seemedintent in the manner that I treated this female. This otherfemale had long dark hair almost to her waist, her name was Dina.Once well secured I went to Shannon's cage and let her out. Sheknelt in front of me and placed her head to the floor. I toldher to look at the girl tied so sweetly, I ask her what it wasshe thought I would want to do to this "Dina." She said if Iknow my master he would want to whip her and then make her do allkinds of things she would not normally do. I said "That iscorrect" But I said I want you to do these things to her as Iwatch. Shannon looked to me and said "I could never do that toanother slave. I told Shannon "the reason this slave is here isthe fact that she has lost some of her training, and her masterbeing a new master has ask me to do some retraining on her. Itell you Shannon I want you to whip her and I want you whip hergood." I then took a seat in the corner of the room to watch whatwas about to happen. Shannon walked over to a rack four feetlong and mounted to the wall. On this rack was about twentyassorted whips, crops and paddles. Shannon selected a ratherthin supple leather strip. I pointed to a much heavier woodenrod. Shannon looked at me with disbelief I said "yes that one."(Shannon had never felt one such as this because it was neverrequired for her) Shannon took the rod it was about three eightsof an inch thick and two and a half feet long, and she swung itthrough the air it made a low whooshing sound. I said "Shannon."She looked at me. "I want not an inch between her backs of herknees and the top of her buttocks to be spared, And I don't careif it takes all night." I saw Shannon measure the distance to thegirls rear and tap it a few times to see how a swing would go andthen she brought the rod back and swung WOOSH-THUD the sound ofway to light a stroke. "SHANNON" I said, "POSITION", Shannonwent to the floor with her head down. I had position of the rodand I showed Shannon how it should sound going through the airwith her rear as the landing point. I did this a few quicktimes, then ask "have you got the idea?" Shannon with tear filledeyes said "yes Master." I again took my seat. This time the rodmade an exquisite sound as it sailed and landed the girl jerkedforward in her bonds and let out a sharp "aaaac" sound. "Shannonthat is how I want all of them to be," I said, she looked at meand uttered a low "yes master." By the twentieth stroke the nowgrowing red slave was begging for her to stop but Shannon follow-ing my instruction continued thinking of her own bottom notwanting to feel this tool of the master ever again. Shannon hadworked up a sweat of her own, she had switched arms two times andhad a design of crisscrossed welts covering the area I had re-quired her to fill. The slave who's bottom of which we speak wasbeyond crying and was hanging there. Toward the end each strokeof Shannon's was deliberate and was with all her strength. Itook the rod from Shannon and ask her what it was like to beatthis girl who she had no ill feeling for Shannon said "I want toturn the rest of her red" I ask her why. She said this: "Thisgirl came here knowing this was going to be done to her, she heldher wrists up for you to tie them and put her ankles out to havethem secured. I know what the feeling is to be beaten when I amexcited but she didn't have a vibrator tied to her to mix thefeelings. So I could only assume that she enjoys being beaten.""Yes," I said "that is it exactly. Ask her what the feeling islike once you are past the first twenty strokes. Shannon askedher and the girl replied: "I hate the first twenty or so butthen the fire starts and it slowly travels through my body andheats up my clit until each stroke brings a greater sensationfrom my clit. I don't get off this way but it is a deep need Ihave now for this and my master isn't up to this type of train-ing.""Shannon, would you like to trade places with her and let herhave a go at it? Shannon just thought for a minute and then shesaid "Can I stop if I want?" I said "only after the twenty fifthstroke, if by then you are not past the discomfort and into thepleasure then yes."Shannon said "ok I'll try." And that is what will follow in thenext story. //////////////////////////////////////////\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\////////////////////\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\/\/\/\/\/\\\\\\\/\/\/\/\/\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\/////////////////// //////////\/\/\/\//\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\////////////// \\////\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\///////// \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\///// ///////////////////////////// \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\/// "SHANNON GETS HER - ///////////////////////////// JUST DESERTS" \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\/// \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\/// ////////////////// The other girl had secured Shannon well, she hung there with hertoes just touching the floor. Her wrists were tied tight enoughso that you could see a redness in her hands. (Normally I don'ttie this tight but for the length of time she would be there itwould be alright.) I just watch as the girl put a hood on Shan-non. Shannon and the other girl had agreed not to stop until atleast thirty strokes had landed and Shannon wanting to try thishad told her not to stop under any circumstances until thisnumber had been reached, this is why the hood with the gag in itwas used. No matter how much Shannon screamed she was going toget thirty. The girl selected a wide but thin paddle to workwith. As far as I could tell she started with light strokes andthen went quickly into heavy deliberate ones. The first two orthree Shannon didn't even flinch for but the next ten she jumpedforward as far as her toes would allow. The last fifteen foundShannon pushing her rear farther backward to receive the fullmeasure of the swing. By the time thirty had been reachedShannon's rear was very red, but she was pressing it back andmoving it sideways to hurry the next blow. I didn't count all ofthem but I am sure she had to have received seventy five or sobefore she fell slack in the bonds having orgasmed. The hood wasremoved and she just hung there panting and shaking. I ask her"Are you alright?" She replied "OOOHHH YEAAA." I said "You ought to see your bot-tom." After we had untied her she walked over to a full lengthmirror and looked at the now blood red patches that covered hercheeks. She rubbed them and remarked " Boy they are sure hot." I said "And so were you." The other girl came over to Shannon and wrapped her arms aroundher and then kissed her lightly on the shoulder. Shannon turnedand kissed her full on the lips. I said that they could relaxafter their ordeal and they did so for a few hours (in eachothers arms for the rest of the night.) I felt this was a goodawakening for Shannon who was a little short on this type ofexperience. The following morning I had Shannon bath and dressthe other girl in a training harness. The reason for the harnesswas to teach the girl how to step and keep her back straight whenshe was kneeling. Later Shannon helped me put the girl in a hairbalance. (I will explain hair balance): The girl was told to kneel, herlong hair was braided into a long pony tail with rope interwoven.Then the rope being seven feet long was tied up above her head toa beam, this was not tight but just snug. The way the hair growsthis forces the face down and the crown of the head up. thegirls hands were locked behind her back in medical cuffs, herankles we also likewise secured, a strap of about an inch widewas attached to the ankle cuffs and drawn up and laced throughthe wrist restraint, then the strap was brought over the shoulderand down the front of the body and back under to where the ankleswere now forced to stay and secured. This brings the slave up onher knees and the only thing balancing her is her hair. She musthold still or she will not be able to balance and pull her hairexcessively to get back into balance. (some masters depending onthe slave take this a step further and hang the slave from herhair but I feel this is a far step and should be done only at theslaves request.) The girl was left in this fashion for one hour.( The hair balance) I asked Shannon how she would like controlof this girl for the day. Shannon said "Do you mean I can dowhat I wish with her? " I said within reason Yes. She untied herand put a collar on her and took her to the mat and the firstthing I heard her say was "Bathe me" (There was no water aroundthis part of the house and everyone involved knew she expectedthe girl to use her tongue. The afternoon went quickly for thesetwo but it went as I had figured it would she had this girl doall kinds of body service for her, but never did I see Shannon doanything to make this girl feel loved or pleasure. I was sad tosee this missing in Shannon. But all of us are not given tounderstanding that a true master or mistress is one who is theremostly for the pleasure and service of the slave. (This soundsironic but this is a lovers game is it not ? ********* *** *** ******* ** ** ** ** ****** ** *********** *** *** ******* *** ** *** ** ** ** **\***** *** *** ** ** *** ** ** *** ** ** ** *********** ********* ******* ** *** ** *** *************** ********* ******* ** ** ** ** *** *** *** ** ** ** ** *** *** *** ** *********** *** ************ DAY TEN It seems that Shannon has made a high level of progress in herattempt to be a total slave.******Is it as it seems?******Lets look a little deeper............******Shannon was showing little or no resistance to any suggestion.From either my self or anyone else. I had decided to test herlimits.******I wanted to first ask her some in depth questions, ones that willshow her true "colors."******Q...Shannon, What is it that excites you about all of this?A...I am not really sure it is just a feeling that overcomes me.I need this type of control in my life, but not because I can'tcontrol my own life but because it makes me feel so feminine. Ilike not having to think about sex, but rather just doing what Iam told to do. I have found that I get much pleasure from thingsI would have never considered even doing before under any circum-stances. It is strange but when I am ask to do something that isdifferent I don't even stop to think about if I will enjoy it ornot I just go with it I guess. The feeling comes from deepwithin me.******Q...Shannon, What was going through your head when you were beingwhipped ?A...The first ten minutes I was screaming, and all I wanted to dowas get away from that whip and hide. But then the feelingchanged. It started in my rear as a hot feeling that spreadthrough my entire lower section and warm waves started floodingfrom my clit. I am not sure but that is what it seemed like. Iknow I didn't feel the individual hits but a building of heat. Iwanted that girl to hit much harder but wasn't able to communi-cate it to her. I was surprised today to see that there are fewmarks. I think after a while I will try it again. I would liketo try my hand again with her, that is her receiving?******Q...Shannon, I want you to do something for me,something verydemanding and something that you will remember for years. Willyou do what ever I ask of you ?A...I guess, I will do anything within reason.Q...I want a yes or no answer from you.A...Well, Ok, Yes I will do anything you ask. What is this thingyou are going to ask of me ?Q...Did you read the story of "O" ?A...Yes.Q...Do you remember what Sir Stephen ask of "O" ?A...Yes that she Obey Completely ?Q...True, But he wanted her to wear something....A...Oh, The Brand and rings......Is that it ?Q...What do you think ?A...If you ask it, I will Obey.~r******Shannon : "What do you want to mark on me ?"DRESDIN : "The Cursive Kef of Gor"Shannon : "Where?"DRESDIN : "You have read the series, Left thigh"Shannon : "When?"DRESDIN : "Tomorrow"Shannon : "Will it Hurt?"DRESDIN : "Not as much as you think"Shannon : "And the rings"DRESDIN : "The following day"Shannon : "And then I will be leaving ?"DRESDIN : "That is up to you"Shannon : "Do it now, I don't want to worry all night"DRESDIN : "No tomorrow, I want you to think about it"Shannon : "why?"DRESDIN : "You can always say NO, and may want to in the morning"Shannon : "I said I will obey"*******************************> Tomorrow, Could be interesting ! ************************************************************************************** ****************************************** ******************************* *********************** ***************** Shannon : The Mark **************** ********************* ******************************** ******************************************* *************************************************************************************** I awoke early that day, the house was quiet and birds weresinging outside as the sun crept over the hilltops. I waswondering if she would want to go through with it or not. I knewthat being the type of person that she was anything that would beof an unusual nature would appeal to her. I sat and drank somestrong coffee and smoked a few cigarettes. After taking a showerI proceeded to the lower levels of the house to see if she wasawake. She was lying there in her cage, eyes just a slit as theypeered back at me. A slight smile crossed her face as I ad-dressed her. She sat up and I removed the lock so she could getout. Crawling out she went from all fours to being on her knees. "Good morning Master," she said. I asked how she was feeling?She replied well but that she hadn't had much sleep. Her mindhad been working all night, I ask her what she had been thinkingabout she replied: she was sure that she wanted to be a slaveall of her life but wasn't sure she wanted the whole world toknow of it. And a large brand on her thigh would be something ofinterest to anyone who saw it. She was afraid that it wouldmake her a freak. I said to her that it would be unusual andthat it was ok if she didn't want it done. (What she says hereis interesting ) She said: "I do want it done to remind myselfthat I am but a slave and that what I want is not the most impor-tant thing, also I want people to ask so I will have to explainwhy I have it. I replied: "But didn't you just say you wereunsure? She said: "Yes I am in a rational sense, but thiswhole lifestyle in based on sensuality, and possession not ra-tionality. So I do want it done as soon as possible. I said "OK. In that case I don't want you eating anythingthis morning, just have some juice and we will do it beforelunch." She agreed. The rest of the morning was uneventful, she showered andread a book (The story of "O" ). I was making preparations forher branding. At about 10:30 I ask her to come to the chair.The chair was laid out flat and I had her lay face down on it. Iran one of the wide straps across her back and tightened it verymuch, then I secured each of her arms and then her hands. Thisleft her with her feet on the floor her knees somewhat bent. Iraised the chair so that her legs were out straight to the floorand then I secured her ankles at the base of the chair. Herknees were tied together, and just behind the knees a strap wasrun behind them to the face of the chair to keep them from mov-ing. Her head was fastened to the head rest so it could notmove. (The reason for this was to keep her from watching). Iran a second strap across her back this time lower near herbuttocks also very tight. She was immobile, I didn't want her tomove and cause a distorted brand. I switched my attentions to a gas brazier (In the olddays they used charcoal) I lit it and placed the iron in to beheated. ( The iron was hand made by myself out of 1/4 inch wideby 1/8 inch thick strap steel. I bent it and had a handle weldedto it.) While the iron was heating there were a few things todo. First I had to lower the temperature of her skin where thebrand was to be. By placing a "instant cold pack" on the spotprior to branding fifteen to twenty minutes ahead this will do.(Cooling the skin keeps the brand from getting distorted) Inoticed that in this position when looked at from the rear onecould see the delicate peddles of her rose, I quickly grabbed asterile needle and filament, some disinfectant and put on somesurgeons gloves. I then took hold of both lips at one time andpassed the needle through very quickly, she never even flinched.I then removed the needle and tied the filament together. Then Ithought about the brazier...it had heated the iron red hot. Iwalked over to her and placed a gag in her mouth. (I hate tohear females scream) I removed the cold pack and dried the area,(you want to dry the area because water causes steam that canburn areas not intended to be marked.) I grabbed the Iron now, abright orange, positioned it and quickly brought it to her thigh.I watched as the iron sank into her about three seconds and thenI removed it. I immediately placed the cold pack on the spot. Ineed not say this but she was screaming her head off...throughthe gag. As soon as she stopped screaming I removed the gag andlet her have some fresh air. I ask her if it was hurting at alland she said " not really." I left the ice pack on for anothertwenty minutes or so until the skin had cooled down to stop anyblistering of the surrounding area. Upon removing the cold packI examined the mark a deep well placed mark that would be withher the rest of her life. It was 1/4 inch deep 2-1/2 inch tall anice cursive "K." The mark was now a bright pink "seared" and notbleeding. The air in the room was filled with the smell ofburning hair (a sweet sickening smell.) The window was opened toclear the room as I removed her bindings. The mark was dressedbefore she saw it, I used Follies ointment to lightly cover itand protect from infection. The biggest battle for the next weekwould be letting the wound heal naturally the first time so notto be distorted. (When this healed it could be felt with thehand, traced with the finger while making love and always therefor her to look at and to feel) She did ask me why I had punched a hole in her lips, Iresponded by saying I was inevitable so I had the time and theplace "Why Not." She said "Oh I see MASTER." You will have mecompletely won't you? I replied " All you will give and just a bit MORE " ** ** *** * *** ** ** **** * *** *** *** *** *** *** ***** ** *** ** *** *** *** ***** ***** ****** ******* SHANNON THE NEXT DAY By the next morning the wound had healed somewhat, it had covereditself with a thick dark layer. I noticed this while I wasdressing the mark left the prior day. The area around the markwas red and tender but not effected. I was pleased to see this.She just stared at it, her eyes were looking at it with disbe-lief. This was a large mark in a place where if she ever wore aswim suit of any kind it would show for all to see. She wasindeed marked for life. My heart was filled with a deep rever-ence for this girl, she was very much committed to this new lifeof her choosing. I was not sure if in five years she would feelthe same way and regret what had been done to her. But I knewthat like a tattoo it was a thing of the moment and oftentattoo's are regretted also. Well for now she was pleased withwhat she saw and that was all that mattered. I removed thefilament that I had ran through her lower lips and replaced itwith a fine gold ring of about an inch in diameter. This shefelt some discomfort from since the place of the piercing was alittle swollen. I cleaned it and dressed it with some moreFollies ointment and she smiled. This female had more body changes than any other female I hadever dealt with before. I had pierced her nipples, branded her,and pierced her lower lips during her stay with me. I knew shewould want more done in the future. I let her rest the wholeday, but that evening I had her serve me in ways only a mastercan enjoy. I know some of you are thinking how could I be socruel, so cold? Well I did all these things for her and not toher. She was a natural slave. Slaves are slaves if they findtheir true calling. Most never figure out what it is in theirlife they do want. Most marry dominating or truly cruel men whohaven't the least understand of how wonderful and valuable a truesubmissive is. Shannon was a very wonderful female with the mostfemale traits I have ever seen. The Shannon story must come to an end here. Since she boarded aplane the next day back to her home. I have seen her over thelast few years and have received many letters from her and willsay that she has always been a happy female. She is now marriedto one of the most dominant males I have ever met and is like alittle kid around him. I am indeed happy for her. Where do wego from here, I have many other stories like the Shannon one butI would like to pursue some other thoughts. I know that thereare many people out there who do not get into the scene as heavyas the Shannon story but I wanted to bring it to the fore to showall that there are those who do get into the subject and deeply.I want all to know that there are many levels of the game and wewill explore one of these next. Please add your comments andsuggestion of topics and subjects you might want to see here inthe near future. Thank you for the many fine notes and commentsI have received over the last few months. Stay tuned! --ÿ

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