Mastering the slave within

It is one thing to have sexual obedience from a slave's body and another thing to Master her intimate sexual responses. Once she knows she has no choice, she will pretend to be Mastered by you, going through the motions of sexual compliance, but holding back that which should be the Master's, the full enjoyment of her quivering pleasure at his touch...and without that she will not be fully and totally owned...just the shell will be possessed.

An experienced, crafty Master like mine will know when she is faking. And I hasten to add that deep within her she longs for that Mastery, dreams of it, moans for it when the Master is not there but, in his presence she is terrified of it and so she rebels.... or makes a pretense of it.

It is a true thing that it is easier for a woman to ignore/tune out a man's pounding cock than a still cock inside her. Norman actually gets this right in a scene in Book 11 that I am reading now. I don't know why it is so, perhaps it is that with motion each sensation is fleeting and so is not fully realized and savoured.

Therefore in thinking about how a Master would need to deal with a girl like my alt who had come to the level of physical obedience but was still witholding responding to the Master in proper natural womanly surrender ... because that really is what frigidity is all about ... for me anyway... I imagine the following scene.

The Master summons her as he has summoned her many times before and gives a peremptory hand gesture that sends her to the furs to pleasure him. Obediently she goes to the furs and opens to him. He parts her lips and thrusts his cock hard inside up to the hilt causing a little "ooomph" to escape her, somewhat involuntary is that response from a quick hard entry by a large hard cock as the womb suddenly is lifted to collide with the diaphram which then causes a sudden gasp of breath. I don't think it can be faked and it truly is a delicious feeling. She wraps her long legs around his back as he likes and begins to contract and buck as schooled... when the unexpected happens...

The Master pulls her on top of him and then gives the hand gesture for "stay". (I find the idea of being controlled by hand gestures very sexy and appropriate in the M/s relationship) She is commanded to be motionless while kneeling on top of him, her knees on either side and his cock buried in her up to the hilt. With one hand he reaches up and grabs her collar pulling her head backwards arching her back, her breasts bobbing into an attitude of display.

The Master says, "now you truly know what it is to be in nadu. I want you to stay like this for awhile and think about this as your nadu from now on, the attitude of respect and ownership you owe your Master. Truly each time you assume this position you must feel what you will feel now. Why are the knees wide and your bud exposed but to remind you that you are owned. It is not enough to sit in nadu, you must always feel he who owns you at your core. You must always feel my rod within you" With one hand still on her collar holding her in position, the Master would take his other hand and begin to enjoy her breasts, if she resisted, he would command her to the bracelets position, hands behind back.

It is a physical fact that women's breasts are linked to their wombs and it is difficult for any woman to resist sexual arousal when she cannot deflect the massaging of her breasts. And so it would be with me, forced to remain still with the Master's cock firmly enthroned within. The teasing of the girl's nipples erect and the massaging of her breasts would bring hot wetness within telling the Master that she now was coming alive to him. A broad smile would appear on his face and the wanton girl would flush deeply that her body was betraying her.

And what would the new kajira in training be feeling? She would start to feel not just the superficial stretching of her lips around the Master's cock--the most immediately available sensation of penetration-- but she would be newly fully aware of the full length of him within her, and something primal would protest and want to escape. She'd be unable to resist trying to move a bit but the Master's hand would be firm on the collar and the other hand would pinch a nipple hard to remind her to be obedient to the "stay" command. She would be helpless to feel anything but to have the dawning awareness of the Master's full penetration become increasingly vivid to her senses. As her arousal grew she'd long to touch her clit or (more my habit) to somehow press her legs together in the way that women do to squeeze their clits and so pleasure themselves... not needing any male member to achieve this.... but in this position her clit has no stimulation, no easy way to sexual release. The only release she will have will be if she accepts her Master's cock as the ruler of her desires, and this is something she has not yet learned how to do. Her pussy grows hotter and hotter around him and he can tell how fully aware she is of his invasion, and he smiles with the knowledge of how much she clearly wants to escape, to have him out of there as his cock seems more like an impediment to her pleasure than the instrument of it. She is brought to a state of whimpering, pleading desire for easy release but it is not granted her. Instead he continues to arouse her while not permitting her release by any other means than his cock. Within she can't continue to resist her nature and is coming alive to him, her vagina is growing softer and more yielding. He smiles at the knowledge that her cunt is weeping for the cock that has mastered it and she knows that this place will soon become truly his. The Master can feel his girl then truly open to him for the first time...somewhat to her surprise.. as her cunt surrenders to him and begins to shudder around him with desire for his pounding and yearning for the hot wetness of his cum inside her.

A broad smile spreads on the Master's face and he says, "Now girl you may begin to pleasure me"... using a hand obedience gesture to release her from the stay.. and the girl understands and begins to truly pleasure him feeling her Master within her in the place that would always be his. She rises and falls on him, squeezes his rod within her, relishes the feel of him and massages her Master's cock with her pussy lovingly. When he then begins to pound her hard, she no longer hides from him but opens to him again and again, feeling each thrust as his as though it is his cock saying "mine, mine, mine" and her body now answers him truly with spasms of "yours, yours, yours" Her throes of orgasm and surrender seize his member in a loving and needy embrace wanting to drink deeply of him, thirsty for his explosion. The Master makes sure she remembers truly being fucked by him by extending this experience as long as he can until with a cry of triumph he releases into her and she yields up her shuddering surrender, weeping for joy and for sorrow for she will never again have any scrap of freedom. It is a type of orgasm that is very different from self-pleasure, difficult for a woman to come to but once learned, that woman will be tamed to the will of he who can evoke this in her. The love slave will then lay in your arms with all sweetness, feeling the wet streams of your cum down her legs, the ache in her gut from the recent pounding and the warm burning abrasion on her lips, the soreness in her nipples, and the shuddering aftershocks of her submission and they will all add up to the sum of the pleasure of truly being owned.

And so then truly the former hellion becomes gentled and owned in a new and real sense. This feeling will follow her to the most mundane of tasks so that if the Master sets her to scrub the floor and as she is scrubbing she thinks about disobedience she will immediately feel both his cock within her asserting that her body is his to command and also she will remember the Master's right to punish her body if she lags. The two sensations deeply in her body will prevent her from straying from his will. From then on when she sinks into nadu and spreads her knees apart, she opens within to her Master, always expectantly waiting for his entry, deep within her pussy she is remembering each subtle contour of his shape, and her body remembering who owns her.

Taming my rebellious alt

Sometimes when I am away from my Master the mind and heart wanders back to things discussed, experienced, or dreamed about.

Today I am thinking about the extra work and extra rewards offered by my rebellious alt and the path taken in her taming....

When she was branded, she emoted that the branding made her angry and cold and shrinking from you... that was totally an IC response ... (actually I was very hot).

She would emote that and her eyes would flash with fury and she'd curse her Master to the heavens and she would indeed tighten up her little pussy and shrink away... BUT... and it is an important but to know... she'd be very hot inside that pussy and hope that she couldn't get away from you that easily. She is testing Mastery.

She'd expect her Master to say with his characteristic smile, "Rant and thrash all you like girl as I enjoy the bucking all the more". Which would make her angry, amused and aroused all at once, basically she'd simmer for her Master. My alt does know that she is kajira but she has more fight in her than muse and has to put on these little shows of rebellion ... she is testing her Master... she needs to be fucked, none too gently, on the Master's terms, not hers a few times to make her slavery real to her, preferably while she is screamingly angry at him before she gets a little more gentle under his hands and is secure that this kind of crap will not drive the Master away, scare him off, or ever get her off the hook from her duty to pleasure her Master.

My Master cannot rape me, I am his. If in my confusion I resist his will, it is only part of my training that I will be tied up to stop me from hurting my Master or being hurt by him while you teach her how she is to be used.

Resisting him is crazy behaviour, not to be taken seriously. If she hits out at her Master, it causes him deep belly laughs.

Mixing punishment with sex is not our thing... but I am fully awakened only because my Master does not spare the rod at other times. When IC my Master really needs to deal harshly with her slips to assure that her tone and manner are fitting the new relationship, or she gets lazy or continues to test by becoming more mouthey and flip and this sets the training back. This can be tiresome and frustrating to both of us because really we want to get to the place where I sweetly and lovingly give power to my Master.

We both crave to enjoy the loving feelings between slave and Master. It doesn't hurt and may help the training to cuddle and for the Master to be gentle with her when she is being obedient, humble and trying hard to please, and indeed she has managed to be in that sweet loving place with her new Master sometimes, which is encouraging. The Master rewards her for it when she truly deserves it (which hasn't been very often).

But he doesn't let her get away with a thing. One or two times lately she has slipped up and started to behave in an ooc way while IC and she seriously immediately felt her tail tucked in expecting the crack of a crop on her ass. It was mildly disappointing and a bit confusing when nothing happened. She is hardly going to ask for it verbally, the Master knows when she is "asking for it.

On the whole, she responds better to a sense that any slip is immediately punished than if it builds up over time and she is severely punished. I know that the Master has a natural sense of when to reward and when to punish and she is actually tougher than muse. When she is thrashed now, she'll be angry and hurt... which means she is not yet fully Mastered, so she needs more not less. When the Master thrashes her and she feels embarassed that she has done wrong, ashamed that she has been punished, and then views the lash marks with pride at the firmness of her Master, she'll be there.

She has mentally submitted ... she has the right attitude and wants to please... but needs to feel Mastery in her body through sexual Mastery and through learning to humbly submit to punishment
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These two things will bring the Master a respectful girl that will be more easy to handle and with less of a need to test his Mastery on an ongoing basis (which can be fun but also tiring and sometimes no doubt confusing).

And this will be half of the training of the tempestuous girl that snarls on the end of my Master's chain.

Weight of Collar Moment

Note to my Master:

Recently I logged on twice and had "weight of collar" experiences.

When I logged on and a woman of Earth who was neither FW or kajira was visiting with you it was a good first step to kneel to a female friend of yours whom I liked and trusted. Yet I still simmered in the background with a sense of humiliation at kneeling to a woman whom you were treating as an equal while I was kneeling on the floor. Very hard for me, but I did it and felt like I had passed a small test of obedience, giving you more power.

Very soon afterwards I logged on and someone I was battling jealous feelings about, as I knew you had been close for sometime and I did not know her well, was sitting in the throne beside you and I almost poofed... but did not, because it would displease you ... it felt erotically charged to control my competitive feelings and treat her with respect... because I had no other choice as your slave. I was sorry she poofed because I wanted to demonstrate how obedient I could be to your will. I am intrigued by this .... I think that the idea that you have relationships with women of higher status is challenging to my limits... but the subtle stretching of those limits, the mild flush of humiliation on my cheeks worked in some small way to bring me safely to the edge again. ... where many more delicious possibilities dwell I might add! What is lost in status is much less valuable than the flowering of my femininity in response to your Mastery.

Seeing the Master and Mistresses chairs set out and having you suggest that you would have me dance for company has had me thinking about dancing lines for a gathered group and imagining myself roleplaying erotic dance lines with a group, and thinking about the scripted silks that allow for me to be stripped (almost) by anyone viewing the dance. I wanted to say, "No I only dance for you" ... well no... I really didn't go that far in my mind but I thought "I hope that it will only be people we know"... I was definitely made nervous by the suggestion.

But then.... I knew that I WOULD do as you asked. I WOULD make you proud.... and not only that but that it would be erotically exciting to have my Master compel me to dance for others despite any nervousness. I would feel the tug of the leash pulling me onto the dance floor, the steel in your eyes imposing your will and your hand on the whip ready to make it a whip dance.

For me the edge is always about you imposing your will on me, or punishing me when I fail in some way. And what that will might be is now and has always been frequently a surprise and that is what makes it an edge and keeps it fresh.

Logical Consequences

One of the attributes of a great Master is the use of logical consequences and logical rewards. My alt's character more than muse's is inclined to back-talk and mouthiness... and also prone to over-analyze everything. My Master could beat her for it, get angry, argue with her, stomp away or otherwise allow her bad behaviour to ruin his day.

Instead he simply gags her... and from then on no matter what she may THINK she is saying all he hears is "mmmmphhhhttt".... until she is tired of being gagged and signals that anything coming from her mouth will be pretty and pleasing.

Or even more ingeniously the Master finds her something useful to do with her mouth that pleasures him.

Does this make me angry?

You bet it does!!!

But somehow being strung up and having a huge cock in your mouth does work a wonderful attitude adjustment. As angry as I am inside and wanting to talk about it, I can't because... oh yes... duh... I have this huge cock in my mouth... and my Master rather than reacting to the foolishness I have been spouting is having a good time and amused by it all. If I struggle his hands are on my breasts, calming me or pinching my nipples into obedience. If I am bad or unresponsive, a few sharp tweaks and I remember my manners, how to suck, lick, and caress him for his maximum pleasure. With one hand tightly coiled in my hair and another with a firm grip on a nipple he reminds me to choke back unpleasing words or I will be choking on something else very quickly.

And invariably by the time I feel him explode in my mouth or I am wearing his pearls on my face, I have forgotten what I was mouthing on about and am effectively and logically schooled to mind my words.

Cock Worship

Did I get your attention with the title of my post?

"Ah"... the girl smiles noticing that the Master's cock has paid attention to her worshipful regard as she sits in nadu before him, wraps herself around one of his towering muscled legs and places a soft cheek against his manly bulge.

Ancient cultures worshipped the lingum, cock worship, as a sign of fertility. Why does that reduce modern folks to giggles... while by contrast we find it perfectly okay to worship the female principle putting earth goddesses in our offices and gardens?

I have had occasion to think about this a lot in my life. Unfortunately I am one of the many women who have had to recover from sexual violence and in coming to terms with what had happened to me I had to get into the mind of a rapist, try to figure out the "why" of that. Again and again when we encounter stories of rape, literature that involves the sexual abuse of women, what we encounter is the idea that the penis is dirty, penetration is demeaning and degrading, and that the value of the women is less because of the sexual act. That in fact sex is punishment. .... How screwed up is that?

As a woman, I had been socialized to think of my sexual organs as "a treasure", "a gift" for the man I loved. But in so much porn and popular cinema, the male organ was described as something that was dirty and degrading when employed in its natural and joyful purpose.

And so one way in which Master/slave play seems to me to restore a healthy balance is that in our world, his cock is a beautiful maypole around which I dance naked and adorn with flowers.

Within the confines of my chastity belt I burn with desire to have but a taste of his manly splendour. When the girl is graced with his plowing, her spasms of pleasure know no bounds. His cock is the sun at the centre of my solar system and all else revolves around his seasons.

Good morning, Master

As the girl sees her Master for the first time in the day she comes quickly to his boots and makes a full obeisance at his feet.

She tastes the dust at his feet where he is free to leave her if he chooses. She offers him her outstretched hands for binding, should he choose to constrain her for any reason or purpose. Her tail is raised in the air like a submissive puppy.

From time to time, the Master puts the weight of the foot on the small of the girl's back to tilt it to an angle more pleasing to his eye, his inspection and his pleasure.

Her hair spills out on the dust at the Master's feet covering her eyes in a blindfold behind which she can only discern faint hints of the Master's movements.

She smells his closeness and listens intently to the sometimes long silences in which he leaves her. Every sound holds potential meaning. Was the rustle she just heard the sound of binding ropes?.... Is that the sound of the Master taking his leather paddle from his belt?.... Does she hear the whip being uncurled?

If anything weighs on the girl's conscience as needing punishment, her buttocks contract now, expecting the crack on her saucey backside any minute.

In fact the girl suspects that the Master can tell much of how she has been behaving by her physical attitude each morning in karta.

Sometimes the girl hears the sound of laces..... and tilts herself to accept the Master's cock as his early morning greeting to the one he owns.

Whatever transpires in the moments before the Master says, "You may rise girl".... the girl has reviewed her duties, performance, and renewed her commitment to serve him.

As she sits back at his command into a pleasing wide nadu, her bud has been moistened from her act of submission, as evidenced between her parted knees. As she rises and throws back her glistening hair, she looks up shyly from under hooded lashes to that point below the Master's belt. She will look no higher unless commanded.

She is in the attitude of worship and she has the object of her worship, her Master's cock, solidly in focus as the centre of her duties.

The Master said, "You are my landscape"

I am your landscape
Gentle hills and rolling valleys
Warmed as they feel the sunshine of your smile

You paint me with pink blushes
Of your dappled light
Or shower me with rain
to swell the rushing rivers
in my welcoming valleys

You meet the challenge of my
untamed, rebellious dark mountains
with laughter as you find the crevice in my walls
A drop, a trickle, a torrent
you shape my rocky places to your will.

I am your landscape.