People often ask Me how I did manage to train My slaves so well. Well that is fairly easy. Just treat them as what they really are: That is as dogs of course. Every serious Domme knows that. Ever seen when a well-trained dog watches his keeper with a loving look of boundless devotion, drooling, panting, his tongue hanging out of his gob? That is where you want to end up with your slave.
Men are so simple and therefore so very much different from the dominant gender. Men need simple rules and commands that they can then follow easily. In fact, deep inside they long and crave for such orders. Short orders that have to be stamped into their brains so they never again will forget. Do not deviate when giving orders, always give your commands the same way. So when you want him to get on all fours for example use one specific word or one distinct gesture for that order and never again change that to not confuse him. Think of the drill sergeants at a US Marines training camp and why they behave how they behave. Believe Me, this is the way it works.
What is of utmost importance is your immediate reaction to your slaves actions. He must at once feel and understand whether he behaved wrong or right. Whether he pleased or displeased his Mistress.
If he behaves well and follows you “goody-goody” give him a little reward. Some people say, that it is not necessary to reward a compliant slave. They say, that the slave shall serve his Mistress but never expect anything in return. That sure sounds good. Only problem with that concept based on My long experience: It just does not work unfortunately; apart from only a very few hard boiled findom slaves maybe. Sorry, but this is how it is. Every psychologist and every dog trainer will be in perfect agreement that positive behavior needs to be reinforced by positive feelings earned in return. This is not a matter of needless generosity towards your slave. It is a matter of giving him the right direction.
The reward will reinforce the obedience of the slave because it will make him feel good and he will always want to repeat and reinforce this good feeling. The slave does cherish and worship you so much that seeing and feeling how he has successfully pleased you will be a wonderful experience for him. Doesn’t have to be a big deal, patting his head and addressing him “there is My good puppy” with a soft voice will do a tremendous job on him. The important thing is to find his weak spot and then drill yourself into that. Do you understand what I am saying? It is the clear feedback that counts.
Very slowly but steadily increase the demand for a reward. In order to not only maintain but improve his position he will try ever harder to please you. It is best when this happens without him even taking notice. his sub consciousness should do this job for you. In the beginning he will receive his “good puppy” for just getting on all fours upon your command. Then it will be necessary that he also has nicely protruded his little ass, sometime later the reward will require that backside of his to wiggle to and fro … Steadily develop him, take him ever further, this is so important to keep him alert and responsive.
As there is reward, there also is punishment to be sure. In fact in most cases the punishment will by far outweigh the reward. Your possibilities with that are endless and you will for sure already have developed your own likes and specialties in this important field. So I do not have to go into much detail here. However don´t forget to be consistent and forceful in your reactions. You will practically always be able to react immediately if you really follow your concept. If you do not have a whip or crop at hand (something that honestly never happens to Me) slap his face, use a hairbrush, a wooden spoon, kick him with your booted foot, whatever. But punish him on the spot. There might be very very rare occasions when you cannot react at once or just don´t feel like it. Then at least tell him that you have noticed his misdemeanor and that you will punish him later for that. So he will understand that he has done wrong and know what to expect (and scary expectations can nicely work on him in the meantime).
Presenting reward and punishment is fairly easy when your slave is around. It is not that easy when he is farer away so that you do not have physical contact. Especially in a long distance relationship. It is more challenging but it works as well. In fact it is quite impressive what you can achieve long distance with a really devoted slave. I for example momentarily have a lot of fun with a foreign slave that has become a real addict to Me. His weak spot is his craving for My attention. Nothing makes him more happy then if I turn to him, nothing throws him into deeper despair than My negligence. Do I make use of that? You bet.
I keep him on a sparse diet. When he has ordered something for Me from My Amazon wish list he will get an e-mail that might consist of just one ore two words as a reward. That is my patting his head from a far. My “good puppy”. I know that he then inhales My words like the drowning shipwrecked gasps for air in the stormy sea. When I am really satisfied with him, I might send him one of My video clips as reward. When he writes Me his long mails or sends Me nice pictures or some good music and I have found fun and entertainment in that, I will tease him and announce a long answer that of course will never come. This is just to keep him on his toes, attentive, hopeful, alert. I know that he will then check his mail account incessantly over days hoping to once find this so very much desired answer from Me. But of course he won´t. Why should I waste My precious time writing long mails to a slave? But then again, when I can feel that his hope starts to faint, when he gets weaker, just before his desperation becomes overwhelming, I will lift him up again. By sending him just a couple of My miracle words that I know will set him alight with a burning fire of passion and devotion.
Photo published with permission from Nanshakh. For more great femdom art visit www.Nanshakh.com
People often ask Me about My thoughts on the ideal lifestyle. In fact I have a real strong opinion about that and I am thoroughly in the process of realizing it: Polyandry. It stands before My inner eyes so clearly that I sometimes think it has already become reality. You do not know what Polyandry is at all? Well then just carry on reading and find out:
As of now I am looking for the right house somewhere outside of Bucharest. Not too far away from the city center of My beloved hometown but on the other hand just a little bit remote in a nice and peaceful surrounding. I am looking for an estate big enough to house Me and My harem. Yes, My harem. This will be three to four of My personal slaves. Slaves who have over years in My service earned the honor and shown enough conviction to live under the same roof with Me. They will be prepared to live the lives of intelligent dogs with Me. Obedient to their Mistress, drilled by their Mistress, fed by their Mistress, punished by their Mistress.
The house will have three floors and definitely need a cellar. Once found, the house will surely require some modifications to be carried out before it is fit for the special purposes I envisage. I will explain the house floor by floor but first of all I will describe what will be consistent throughout the whole house:
Every room will have a wooden rack holding a variety of whips and crops for My choice. The rack will be positioned in a way so that it is visible from every spot in the room. So regardless of the whereabouts, My symbol of power will always be apparent to everybody, inhabitant or visitor, and it will only be a matter of seconds for Me to make use of it. Then there will be a piece of furniture called “holder” in every room. This is a simple steel structure that will have metal shells to hold both forearms and lower legs of a slave kneeling in the holder on all fours. By locking a slave in the holder I can make sure that he exactly stays in his position without the possibility to move. So this will give Me the opportunity to immediatley use the slave as a bench or footstool or to simply immobilize him wherever I am in the house.
Apart from these identical fittings, all the floors will be very different:
The relevance of the cellar is obvious. Everybody who has ever come across BDSM knows what a soundproof cellar is good for. I will not only need some space for wine, food and gardening tools but mostly for a really dungeon. A dungeon like the ones so wonderfully depicted by the great Nanshakh on many of his paintings. Humid stone walls, steel bars, iron rings for the massive shackles, a small wooden bed attached to the wall. You sure know what I am talking about. The dungeon will always be there as a constant threat to My slaves, awaiting them for days, weeks or even months of imprisonment if found guilty for misconduct by their Mistress`s verdict.
The ground floor then will house the public rooms for Me, My slaves and visiting guests. Even though this will be the most “public” and thus normal area of the house, every detail of the rooms will speak a clear language about the two classes of inhabitants. The huge dining table will have one end of polished precious wood and one end of raw timber. The table will be completed by just one comfortable cushioned armchair for the Lady of the house positioned at the shining end of the table and primitive rough wooden stools for each of the slaves. For guests, there will of course be enough convenient seating accommodation stored somewhere in the big cellar but My slaves will only bring those seats up for the occasion. When W/we eat, there will be just one nice place setting of white china, linen napkin and silver cutlery for Me but several cheap tin plates with wooden spoons or maybe even only dog bowls for the slaves. You will notice this special type of mixed furniture throughout the ground floor. One piece of abounding luxury only amidst obvious simplicity. However as it will all be picked carefully, it shall of course nicely fit together so not to disturb My discerning eyes. The precious wood for example used for My own furniture will be the same throughout the whole house. From every whip rack to My queen-size bed. So My place will always be very easy recognizable at first sight.
The first floor will be reserved for the private rooms of the Mistress. It will be secured against the generous staircase with a massive door, again made of that same wonderfully polished wood, and that door will always be kept securely locked. Needless to say that there will only be one key for that door and that I will be the one in possession of the key. Every room and corner in the first floor will be just beautifully decorated, wonderful carpets and handmade furniture in My favorite colors. There will be special wardrobes for My shoes and boots, My fetish clothing, My vanilla attire, all made of that special wood again. Of course there will also be a central air conditioning in the Mistress floor, always maintaining a decent temperature during hot Romanian summers and our icy winters. My floor will have a private living room for Me, a big bathroom, a dressing room all centered around the Mistress bedroom. And the center of the Mistress bedroom will be a huge bed, especially built for that room, positioned on a platform. The bed will have a lush mink fur cover and its position will be right in the center of the house, in fact the spatial and spiritual center of the house will exactly be the spot of My pillow.
As I said the bed will be huge, so that several people could (theoretically) comfortably sleep in it. But the Mistress`s bed will not be the only place that will be prepared to host somebody for the night. The platform on which the bed rests will be a low cage at the same time, complete with iron bars and curtains that I might use to hide the content of the cage and also to prevent the inmate from watching what goes on behind the guarding bars.
For even less male nightly convenience there will be a St. Andrews cross attached to the wall directly opposite the bed, lit brightly by a spotlight, everything just perfectly prepared so that I can comfortably watch that scenery from My luscious fur and silk bedding.
The top floor will not be a full floor like the other ones but rather a low ceilinged attic under the roof. Not very well insulated. Quite hot during the summer but in return rather cold in winter. This floor will have the slaves rooms in it. It will appear as if in a different world compared to the Mistress floor, everything so mean and primitive. There will be one small room for every slave with no door and just the absolutely necessary furniture in it: A small single bed, a chair, a table and a cupboard. The slaves will not need much space anyway because they will not have any personal property they have to bother about. I have seen monks cells in French monastries that have given Me wonderful inspiration for the slaves rooms. Instead of the cross on the wall My painted picture in a beautiful frame will however be the only but sufficient decoration of the room.
The furniture in their rooms will be made of raw lumber, the same material used for their part of the dining room. Each bed will be fitted with broad leather straps that can be used to immobilize the slave. I found these to be very useful as a means for punishment and also to avoid unneeded movements of My attacking whips target.
The slaves will share one bathroom with a shower but no hot tub, cold water only in the shower. The toilet will not be separated at all but placed right in the middle of the bathroom. The bathroom will not be equipped with a door but open to the hallway, so that the toilet will be perfectly right in the view of everybody passing by. The message is clear: There will be no privacy for a slave, never.
As you see from My detailed description I really have planned the house already to the last detail and I absolutely loved to do so. But the house itself is really secondary. It is only the casing. What is much more important than the house and its facilities is the life and relationship of the people filling the house with life. My life and that of My slaves.
There will be quite a few laws, procedures and rituals governing the life in the house and the slaves will know of all them precisely by heart. I absolutely believe in the need of clear rules to control male behavior. Every slave will wear an electric cock ring linked to a remote control in My hands. So it will be possible to reach and “address” each slave individually or all of them simultaneously regardless of where they might be at the time, presumably working somewhere in or around the mansion.
There will be one electric signal for “Mistress entering or leaving the house” for example. On reception of that signal, meaning, being hit by the respective electric shock in their groins, the slaves will have to rush to the entrance hall and await My arrival in waiting position at a designated spot assigned to them. Sometimes I might use that signal just for fun, just to agitate Myself by the sight of My slaves kneeling in expectation of My appearance, remaining there motionless on the cold marble tiles heads down, palms up, staying like this for hours until My command finally allows them to move again …
Apart from the nights when I am not in a good mood or really extremely tired for whatever reason, I will pick a slave to accompany Me to My bedroom. I do not really like to spend the night alone.
Depending on My current level of grace the lucky slave in My company will then spend the night standing, tied to the St. Andrews cross or lying in the cage under My bed or, if he is really lucky, allowed to My huge bed, sleeping at My feet like a well-trained puppy. And he will then tirelessly lick My feet, their soles, the toes, caught in grateful admiration of the Goddess.
I know how jealous My other slaves will then be once they return to their shady bedrooms alone. I will surely play with that jealousy to even more intensify it, to really make sure that the others spend the night in their beds sleepless burning with their insatiable desire for Me. From time to time I will even invite an outsider to My rooms overnight so that the slaves will rest in agony terrified by the prospect of a new competitor who might become the new favorite of their beloved Goddess. Their life shall never be fulfillment, it shall always be craving. Hunger. Thirst. Longing. You do not climb high mountains when you are full up. You only do that hungry.
So the slaves life will not at all be easy. It will be hard work, gardening, cleaning the house, doing the laundry, preparing the meals. Just simply taking care of everything there is to do. And doing that just perfectly … It will be humiliation, presented as dogs on My leash to My guests, stowed away in the kennel when the ladyship sits down for dinner. … It will be punishment, whipping and caning for the slightest sign of disobedience and lacking that even just for My pleasure.
But most of all: Their life will really circle around Me, My wishes, My pleasure. Not because I tell them so, not because of their fear of the ferocious bites of My whip, not because of the horrors of the eternal lonely darkness waiting in the cellar´s dungeon. They will do so out of love and affection for Me. And yes, I will love them in return for their love and devotion even though most people would not be able to recognize that love. This love and submission of My slaves will really be the rock and foundation that My house will be built upon.
I think every man wants to be the only one for the woman he loves. Accepting the presence of other men, who can be as important as him for the woman is an unmistakable proof of his intense love and submission. It is a behavior unnatural for a male, just like abstinence or being penetrated – but he is changed because SHE wants it and he wants to please HER and puts HER pleasure above his instinctual need to penetrate, to put his seed in as many females as he is able to conquer.
There will be four little rooms in the mansard of the house. I am already quite sure about the inhabitants of two of them. There is a promising candidate for the third one, but I ain´t sure yet. Well, even if he should make it, there is still one vacant room left.
People often ask Me about My ideal of slavery. Good question. Well I have a clear understanding about that ideal. But I must admit that, as practically all ideals in life, I have not achieved that yet. Or rather My slaves have not achieved that ideal yet. Some are on the difficult but rewarding route towards that ideal but no one has the goal in sight so far.
For me SM is about control in the first place. The control that I have about the slave. The control that I have over life. So My ultimate goal in a Femdom relationship is ultimate control.
Obviously that starts with control over sexuality. If you control his cock, you control the whole guy. Keep him in chastity, period. That is not a secret, but a very well established tool for every serious domme in the whole wide world. So I think I do not have to elaborate on that here any more.
Secondly control over the slaves body. In that ideal setting I am thinking about, his body will seriously be Mine. I will use and misuse it whenever and however I like. It will be marked indelibly as mine. I keep a branding iron with My initials for that purpose. The moment when that red hot steel burns My name and sign into his willing flesh and he screams with pain is actually the moment when he really becomes Mine. Nobody can remove that sign any more. It will stay there until his death. In his flesh and also in his mind. Branded as cattle. It is such a strong symbol of being owned.
But control over his body is more than just marking him. It will be the control over his all his movements and whereabouts. I will decide where he is and what he does. Always. I have a little room in the basement of My house where he will stay when he is not with Me or at My service. Bound most of the time. Tied and shackled to the wall. Why that? Not to punish him, but to make him really feel, to make him learn and understand deep down in his soul that I am the one who controls his motions. And also to make Me enjoy this assurance. Always and forever.
Of course I will see that he keeps healthy and in shape. Such a slave approaching the ideal of slavery would be precious, much too percious to loose, so I sure will look after him. See that he has his regular work-outs. I certainly would have numerous ideas for that. He will have a stationary excercising bike in his little dungeon. There will be a generator fixed to it to produce some electric energy. And when I will be visiting him down there in the basement, he will produce the power to light My floorlamp under which I will sit to read the newspaper. Patiently waiting until he will be so wiped out on his bike that he won´t be able to keep the tension high enough for My little shining light. And then it will be about time to relentlessly punish him for that shortfall. So whenever I will show up for a training session, he will know how that will end and the only thing he can do is to delay the whipping as long as possible until his burning muscles finally will give in. And I will be sitting there under this lamp, shining so bright in the beginning. I will peacefully indulge in My reading pleasure for hours and when the light will finally begin to dim and flicker I will grab my whip and I will shiver with anticipation.
Then, most importantly and most diffcult, there will be control over his mind. Always and forever. In that ideal scenario there will be nothing else in the head of the slave but Me.
Rather easy to accomplish when W/we are together. I mean, which man could be able not to concentrate on Me when in My presence? The degree of obviousness in submissive behaviour is of course subject to the SM tolerance of the respective environment. When being to a private party he will be kept on a leash, on all fours, naked probably, at least his ass and cock. When shopping in a country as liberal as the Netherlands for example, he will still wear leash and collar. Being to a restaurant he will kneel beneath me. When being in a less permissive environment he will always stand half a step behind me, looking down at my feet. As long as expressly ordered otherwise his looks will always concentrate on My feet and he will always remain as close to those as possible. The perpetual look at My shoes and feet will steadily remind him of where he belongs: Under those. He will painfully have to learn, that looking into My face will be a privilege that will only be granted if really earned.
Occupying his mind when he is not in My presence might be the most challenging task to accomplish. Avoidance of distraction sure is a good tool. So in his room there will be virtually nothing to distract him from Me, nothing else than a bed, stool, table and an altar for My worship. The light switch for the room will be on the outside, in My part of the world not in his. So it will be Me who will light and also darken his world. In a spiritual sense and in very factual one.
To keep his mind from wandering around independently I will lead his thoughts the way. The idle brain is the devils workshop they say. So his mind will never be idle. It is not so important what will occupy his mind, what is important though is that he learns and then slowly accepts and then finally loves that I am in control of his mind. His mind will be occupied with what I have induced. When alone is his dungeon he will learn Romanian vocabulary for example and he will do his very best to remember all those words precisely because My single tail will sure as hell very attentively accompany the learning process.
It is though not even important whether or not this steady occupation of his mind does make sense according to vanilla standards. Quite to the contrary, it might even be worthwile to keep him busy with tasks that are absolutely meaningless and tedious. The more ludicrious and insignifcant his occupation, the better he will understand and really take in that the relevance is not about the meaning of the task, it is about My control. I might for example leave My all grains and fruits morning muesli with him at bedtime, telling him that I want to have that properly assorted for breakfast. That I want to have put all the raisins in one bowl, the almonds in one, the hazelnuts in one, the milo flakes in one, the oat flakes in one, the wheat flakes in one … And that I want to have the exact figures of the content of each bowl upon My return. And when I then unlock the door of his cell again in the morning he will have hardly finished and I will pour it all together again. And we will then have muesli for breakfast together, Mine with milk from a bowl of white china and his from a metal dog bowl at My feet soaked with My fresh morning urine.
Weird? Scary? As I have said: It is difficult to accomplish something really ideal in life.
Isn´t that just a beautiful picture? Lovely Nicole “Coco” Austin, model and actress, of Serbian origin, now married to the Rap Star Ice T, shopping in Miami.
I came across this photoshopped picture on one of the blogs I follow and it spoke to Me. Coco looks just perfect here, the beautiful physique, perfectly matching lipstick and nail polish, the self confident somewhat patronizing look on her face, the sunglasses providing for the appropriate distance to the admiring spectators. I really love how she has raised her right leg, presenting her beautiful feet and killer heels for worship. Shoes that are both footwear and weapon at the same time. A living Goddess.
So no wonder that she leads a human dog on her leash. All My submissive followers, can you imagine how wonderful it must be to be at the lower end of that leash? Walking into the most expensive and elegant stores on all fours. Blindfolded and totally wrapped in rubber. Helpless. Unable to see where he is led, who is staring at him. Bound and conducted by his Mistress. Nothing but a dog on a leash, totally under her control and dependant on her grace. Her animal, her property. And yet still a human soul deep within this dog cover, a slave who will have to pick up the bill for all the treasures she will fall in love with on her way.
By the way, should you wonder whether it is possible to walk a slave on his elbows and knees as we see on this photo: It very well is. It just takes the right dress for the slave, careful tying and just a little bit of caution in order not to ruin his joints too quickly.
People often ask Me whether there is a difference between femdom and findom. Well there sure is one, even if it might look very similar from the outside. Findom can be a very exciting thing, however it is just not My style. I think the main difference is that in findom the relationship centers around sacrificing your money to Her, this act of giving for no return becomes predominant. Whereas in femdom, at least how I understand it, there is no “mine” for the slave any more. I own him, so I of course also own all his personal belongings at the same time. As he is mine, how can he have something that is then not mine as well. In short words: Findom is about receiving, femdom is about owning.
I will give an example: A slave of mine just recently gave Me his credit card details so I can use them whenever and for whatever I like. Doing so he expressed submission, trust, transfer of control from him to Me. Sending me whatever amount of money every week would have been findom, giving me the credit card itself is femdom. Do you see the difference? By doing this the slave said: What is mine shall be Yours and You shall do with it how You please Mistress. This is what slavery is all about.
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I spoke these first words during our encounter, the third time by the way that I had ever met him. I spoke them so smoothly as if W/we had already been in the middle of an animated conversation. My innocent voice perfectly hided the entrance of the trap. frank might have known. Perhaps he even knew. Perhaps the moth also knows when taking direction into the shining flame of the burning candle. Perhaps frank and the moth both just show the same degree of addiction to the light that burns so brightly.
“Da Stapana. sunt foarte sete”
his anxious efforts to talk to Me in Romanian were so charming. he had told me once that he had spent hours and hours over months trying to learn some our beautiful yet somewhat complicated language because he knew how much I Myself love it. His efforts might have been persistent, the success was sadly rather limited.
The willingness of his answer to My so innocent question revealed his blatant ignorance. Maybe he even thought that I would honestly go to have a drink with him. I think he really was that naive. Poor puppy.
„Pull over there to that gas station on the right and stop in front of the shop.”
he did as directed. The big black limousine came to a halt and poor frank remained sitting in the driver seat unsure of what to do next.
„I want to exit.”
I was curious to see whether he had already made enough progress to know what was expected from him now. Well unfortunately he hadn’t. After opening My door he remained standing next to it. Quite obviously uncertain of what to do. The tall guy towering above me. I mean, how could he honestly dare to? I had to use the help of My flaming red nailed finger pointing to the ground to make him kneel down next to the car. I saw him biting on his lips when he became aware of the 3 inch stiletto nails he had only known from the pictures before.
So his laxness gave me justification enough for what I was about to let follow. Whereas, I had done it anyway. Justified or not, I felt like it, so I did.
„Waiting position.”
My voice so calm, yet irresistible to him as if I had yelled the command into his ears with a giant megaphone.
This was not the remote privateness of My Bucharest dungeon. Not even a dark corner of an empty Berlin street in the middle of the night. This was a brightly lit gas station in the midst of Zurich in the evening rush hour. As O/our car was standing right in front of the building, the scene was plain to see for all the other customers There were quite a few of them around and I realized that W/we were causing increasing attention amongst those.
Not that it would have changed anything but I was pleased to notice that frank did not seem to hesitate. He got down on his knees, his face went down, the forehead touched the grey concrete, the palms of his hands opened to Me to demonstrate complete surrender.
I remained seated in the car, watching him through the open door. Spying for even the slightest move of the kneeling body but I detected none. We were not talking anything but the unspoken communication between us was like a torrential river.
„i am Yours” his silent body screamed.
„I take you as Mine” My calm body answered.
I couldn’t help but to maintain the situation just in that state as it was. frank kneeling in front of the door, demonstrating his obedience to Me for the whole world, represented by a bunch of Swiss gas station customers.
I lay back in the comfortable seats of the Mercedes, feeling warm, safe, strong. W/we remained like this for about two minutes until I felt it was time to enter the next phase. I swung My feet swiftly out of the car placing them firmly just in front of his head. The tips of the high heeled boots were just an inch away from his bended head. Just a couple of more seconds before I spoke out the beautiful words he had waited for so patiently.
“You may kiss Me now for welcome.”
he was well aware of the fact that “kissing Me” meant kissing My boots of course. His face moved just close above the ground until his lips and tongue had found the shining leather. Kissing it, caressing it, worshipping it. I must admit that the warm feeling within me clearly intensified. And it seemed to concentrate between My legs.
I did not have to move much in order to take the metal dog collar out of My handbag. He kept on licking the leather while I laid that symbol of our bond around his neck. I had to interrupt his wet worshipping for that very special moment though.
“Stop now to listen.”
The little “click” has always been a huge turn on for Me. That special moment when the padlock of the collar closes. It so clearly demarks the watershed between man and slave. Hardly to be heard by anyone around, echoing like thunder in My ears and his
I grabbed My riding crop from My bag and got off the car. With a sharp tug on the leash that connected My right hand with his throat, I withdrew his tongue from My boots.
“Follow Me.”
What a sight that must have been to the brave Swiss. That voluptuous exotic woman in black leather pacing elegantly on high heeled boots. Walking slowly towards the cashiers house, throwing back a wave of black hair with her red nailed hand, dragging a man behind her on all fours like a dog.
When we entered the shop I took a moment to pause and look. And, quite frankly, also to be looked at. My head held high, My sight telling the stunned spectators clearly and without any ambiguity: “Here comes Goddess!” franks feeling were at the other end of the scale of emotions though. The sentiment of oppression and fear on the end of My leash was so apparent that I decided merciful to help him a bit. I shortened the leash so tight that his head was roughly pulled against my leathered thighs. I could feel how he pressed himself against my warm body, so seeking the proximity and the protection of his owner.
The beverages were kept in cupboards and huge refrigerators. I wanted it to be the biggest bottle of warm Coca Cola they had to offer. When I had made out what I had looked for, I pointed My crop to the shelf.
“Adu-o, cățelul meu”
The excitement automatically made Me speak to him in Romanian.
I let go the leash. Dog that he now was, frank crawled over to the shelf, grabbed the 1,5 litre bottle of coke with his teeth, crawled back to me and looked at his Mistress with his brown eyes. Looked right into My eyes, so obediently and grateful like a pet that has just retrieved the stick the Mistress had thrown away for him. I felt happy and I know that he did too.
“Stai aici frank!”
He stayed put while I unhurriedly walked over to the cashier to pay for the bottle of coke. The guy could not make up his mind what he rather wanted to stare at. Me or the man-dog that I had left kneeling in the middle of his shop. He decided for Me. The drool literally dropped from his open mouth. Sometimes I think, I could have them all if I only wanted to.
On My way out I grabbed My dogs leash who eagerly followed Me out of there. When W/we came outside W/we faced a whole bunch of people there watching, staring at U/us. I felt a strong surge to carry on but I didn’t. Enough show for the moment I decided. No encore of a nice whipping scene with frank lying on the hood of the big black car presenting his naked ass to the relentless beating of my ferocious crop. Not today.
he remained on his knees until i had taken place in the back of the nice Mercedes again. Then the discreet upward movement of the crop in My hand conveyed him the permission to get up again. he hurried around the car to his driver seat, started the engine and off we went, the bottle of coke still resting so innocently on my lap.
After I fucked My cocooned slave I left him there alone for a while. Now it’s time to get him out of his cocoon, to have more access to use his body. His balls seem to catch My attention most, I feel like scratching them with My sharp nails. Since they are trying to hide from such a treatment, I tie them up to his collar, stretching them, making them more accessible, but also sensitive. And now I will not limit to My nails, I will get a pair of pinwheels, their effect on his balls is even more pleasant for Me. And when I will have got bored, I will just tie the slave’s balls to the beam he is tied to and let him stay there until I’m in the mood to play again.
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People often ask Me how I did manage to train My slaves so well. Well that is fairly easy. Just treat them as what they really are: That is as dogs of course. Every serious Domme knows that. Ever seen when a well-trained dog watches his keeper with a loving look of boundless devotion, drooling, panting, his tongue hanging out of his gob? That is where you want to end up with your slave.
