As with all this sluts submissions while she checked the box acknowledging that story belonged to her she readily accepts the fact that she owns nothing and the story, her mind, and her body are owned by Master Panther. Recently this slut has seen a lot of articles that appear to her and her Master to inappropriately be classified as a Master/slave relation...
The Complete (enough) Idiot's Guide to Basic Concepts in BDSM Foreword: The content of this essay first appeared as a set of posts in my MySpace blog. After finishing the series, it occurred to me that the concepts presented there might be useful to novice writers as well as those who might just be curious so I decided to clean up my reasoning and present...
Introduction The purpose of this essay is to describe a series of rituals a submissive or slave passes through to reach a state of complete servitude. It originated in a post I made to the thread in the BDSM bulletin board on Femdom, Tantra Ritual and Kali started on 20/03/2009 (click here to see thread). This thread started with an invitation to discuss a...
Chapter 3 The Lure of Slavery Thabian Y'Grantlo was a small man, not at all what you'd expect of someone who was the Lord of one of the great houses of the Helshenti Empire. The Lord was incredibly observant and had a memory like a steel trap. As Carli's punishment came to an end (yes, he knew the name of the slave being punished), his eyes tracked the fem...
Chapter Six: Chantel's Decline is Achieved, Owned by a Black Master as his Sissy Maid and Slut. I cannot believe at what is happening to me here. Master named Gage is about to purchase me and place me into slavery as his sissy maid and sissy slut. I am near in panic, I want to run away, get into my car and drive for the safety of my home. But I know this wi...
Showering and Rules: It was their anniversary weekend and they had big plans. Not their actual anniversary, but some other commemoration -- first meeting, first date, first sex, first something. It was hard to remember the exact reason they had picked. The reason was unimportant, the weekend away was important. Kids and dogs had found accommodations with fa...
Chapter 1: The Invitation It was with more than normal excitement that I waited for the call. I wasn't sure how the invitation would be sent but I knew that it would bring the promise of a thrilling and adventuresome week. It had been five years since I moved from college life out into the "real world" and very few days had passed when I didn't long to be...
Once upon a time there was a straight guy who was known by everybody as a well respected fellow. But he had a secret life. Nobody knew that he dreamt to become a feminized slaveslut, seeking an infinite and irrevocable blackmail relationship with a pitiless Mistress who would be prepared to break him with no way out. He wanted the Mistress to torment him n...
"We'll go into the rubble and shoot-a the bastards." The band of the brotherhood of the Camorra emerged from their hiding places. Tough, hardened, burly Neapolitans, dressed in black with roughly tailored jackets and bowler hats, the distinctive tattoos of their brethren on their knuckles. "Really, there's no need. Leave them to fight it out amongst the...
I was naked, barefoot, sexually excited and my wrists were bound behind my back. Meanwhile, Mistress Barletta was dressed charcoal-colored tweed and she sat in her chair with the imperious air of a queen presiding over her kingdom. "Has she been processed by Doctor Ponder?" Mistress Barletta asked, and I immediately fell in love with her voice. She spoke wi...