trying out slaves

you know, I think a personal slave would be great. really. take care of My every need as I attend to theirs. such a give and take, a loving, supportive dynamic centered on My needs and wants and their desire to satisfy them and taking every bit of torture I feel they need. just a lovely dream methinks. finding the right D/s dynamic takes a lot of work and can be very frustrating. I get more frustrated by trying to find a slave than the people I date. I take D/s dynamics very seriously. I've met 5 in the past week. the first I genuinely liked, as a person and he slipped so beautifully into a submissive way of being; but something was lost there with that newbie. the 2nd I have a great time objectifying and teasing, so we will see how it goes. also a newbie and I think he may be a bit overwhelmed even though greatly excited by My intensity. the 3rd did as he was told and we had a great time at public play; we shall see how it continues. the 4th I was very excited by. I was excited that the attraction and potential for intimacy was there and his enthusiasm seemed to meet mine; but he wants to pursue a vanilla existence. I do not extend My welcome to those that do not want it, we will never play, such a shame. the last was just a delight. a young artist, respectful, kind and into all sorts of kink, I think he will work out nicely. its a gamble for both Domme and sub alike. how much can I trust this person? how can we support each other? its a lot of energy and work but when it happens, its beautiful. I miss you ken. our dynamic was effortless. I think that's what we all search for in the people in our lives. BDSM context or not.

a marine as a human ashtray. by Claudia Typhoon

I had a marine approach me with the desire to serve as personal slave. I make my potentials work for my attentions, test them, and push them before I accept them as my own. I am not for the impatient or for those that just play at being submissive. only a true submissive will past my test and endure my humiliations and boundary-pushing behaviours long enough to become my personal slave, a relationship I hold in reverence and once you have earned a position as my slave, you must do something incredibly stupid or disrespectful to loose this place, so vigorous my testing. I find that those that have served in military branches, are strongly influenced by the Asian culture they come from or follow old school BDSM protocols are the best fits for me.

as soon as I laid eyes upon the marine I knew what his first test would be for me. cigarettes I'm not partial too, but other forms of recreational smoking I rather enjoy. I love cloves directly from thailand and a fine cigar is a joy. there is a place in particular on hudson on the edge of the meatpacking district and the west village in manhattan that I adore. the padded leather chairs, the wood paneling, the old world ambiance, a respect for the cigar-smoking ritual coupled with one of the best selections of whiskey and scotch make this a place to savour and enjoy. I'm not informing him of what our meeting entails, but he knows the location and time. I'm seated in the deep, dark corner of this dimly lit sanctuary and start to puff on my neatly trimmed, cedar-lit cigar. my timing is perfect. as he walks up to me, I already have my drink order in mind. I lift my hand to give him pause and after a moment of examining him, I lower my hand and direct him to fetch orangerie scotch, served straight. I give a sensuous puff on my cigar as he does as he is bid and upon his return I direct him to kneel next to my seat. with both hands held open in front of him, I use one to hold my scotch and the other to roll the ash off of my cigar. he is not at an angle to observe me, but I can easily admire him. he is resting on his haunches and does not flinch from the heat from the cigar as it brushes against the callouses of his palm. I like his discipline. I enjoy my scotch and cigar as long as it pleases me and leave enough of my drink in the glass for him to enjoy a taste of it. as I look directly in his eyes and part his lips with my long red nail, I slide the cigar in his mouth, a little forcefully and suggestively. I stare at him a moment longer, inches from his face until he becomes visually uncomfortable. I give him my lovely devilish grin, and sashay away, my hips swaying beautifully. he did well, he will get to see me another day.