Picture of the week 7 2014 – Sent to Me to be used

Sometimes the picture of the week tells its story without any words. Sometimes it needs some words of explanation to accompany it. Like this week.

On first sight this might just look like an ordinary CBT scene with Me and one of My slaves. In fact it is not. It is something quite different. What this really is, is a story of real trust, deep submission, and sisterhood. Trust of, submission to, and sisterhood with a person that is not even on the photos. Because She has been thousands of kilometers away at the time. She is My sister in mind Mistress Eleise de Lacy.

The slave is Hers, not mine. he wears Her collar. So this says that he really is Her property. She had sent him to Me as a part of his training, given him into My hands. To do with him whatever I felt doing. No reservations, no limits. So this is the trust part of the story.

Maybe only very few of the people reading this will know how it really feels to own another human being. A collared slave is a precious thing. he has virtually laid his body, soul and mind, his whole life into the hands of his owner. The collared slave has conveyed the responsibility for himself to his owner. And the owner will be aware of this responsibility. Eleise de Lacy sure is. Passing this responsibility then on to someone else, even if only for a limited period of time, is the biggest proof of trust you can possibly think of. And I am most grateful to My friend Eleise for this trust in Me.

The collared slave has surrendered himself completely to his owner. This is something exclusively between Her and him, it is a strong bond that ties him to Her. In the best case this bond is eternal and indestructible.

The collared slave is something totally different from a guy going to a Domina studio for some whipping fun every other week when his hormone level makes him do so. Totally different. So accepting his owners order to submit to someone else, to offer himself to a complete stranger for use and abuse, again, with no reservations and no limits and no safe-word is the biggest proof of submission of a slave to his Mistress you can possibly think of.

Women sharing this knowledge of ownership, slavery and submission, sharing the believe in Female supremacy, are sisters. Sisters in spirit. True sisters in the best sense of the word. I am proud to call Ms. Eleise de Lacy My sister.

So coming back to the pictures of the week: Did I justify the trust Eleise had in Me, did the slave proof his submission to his Mistress? I think W/we both did.

I restraint him to the bondage table and I used him for an intense session of nipples torture first. This was the warm up. He was quiet during the first minutes and then started moaning. Softly first, louder then as the pain got more intense. When the moaning had turned to real squealing, I turned to his cock and balls. First I used a rope to spread his balls. Then I added a ball-parachute with pointed metal spikes inside and a cock-collar, also with those painful spikes. When the spikes ferociously bit into the soft skin I could hear his grinding teeth. After I had stretched his genitals to the maximum, I tortured him with a pin wheel. His body was twisting in agony fixed by the relentless ropes. When he thought, he could not take it any more and started crying, I stretched him some more. And more.

His body was in flames of pain that I had inflicted on him. But his mind and soul were still with Her. The bond between the two did not break. As I said, in the best case it is indestructible. In this case it was.

You can read Ms. Eleise de Lacy’s comments on this here.