Your nose inches from mine, hot breath hits my face.  My lips quivering as you stare at me with determined eyes.

“Do it”, you utter.

A quiet mewl escapes my mouth. I love it when you fuck my mind. Sometimes it turns me on more than sex.

“Do it”, you repeat. “Pull it off”

I gingerly move my hand towards the clamp grasping my nipple. You begin flicking my clit with your finger, causing me to want to squirm and yell out in protest. Your cock thrusting  hard.

I scream out as I pull the clamp off.  You smile your wicked grin.

The pain is exquisite, I ride with it. Enchanting me with those eyes of yours, I don’t notice your hand move towards the newly assaulted nipple. You grab it and squeeze, thrusting harder.

“The other one, now bitch”.

My eyes plead in protest. You smirk.

My hand moves to the other clamp. My mind racing, knowing what is about to come. I pull it.

I scream as your thrusting pushes me closer to orgasm, the pain removing my senses completely combined with the exotic pleasure of your cock feeding me.

My hips now riding you, milking you, greedily wanting more. You smirk and grab both nipples and squeeze harder. You move with haste and bite down hard on my breast.

More screaming and groaning, completely lost in sensation. I can see stars. Ecstasy.

“Please Sir, pleaaaaase I need to co…”

My body on fire, waiting for that release it so craves.

“No. You may not cunt.”

I feel the urge to rant so rant I will.

I am a Master who is seeking a slave to train to serve me in a 24/7 TPE relationship. I am looking to own this slave as my property and to use it and dehumanize it however it pleases me to do so. If you were to be interested in being trained to be my slave as such property you should prepare yourself for the extreme nature of my treatment of you as my property. You will have no rights and will belong to me as a piece of property to do with as I see fit at all times. I would love to humiliate and degrade you in the kinkiest of ways. Your life will no longer be your own. Everything you were will cease to exist and you will become a thing, property, my slave. I will use and abuse you mercilessly and constantly. You will have nothing except me as your Master. I will be your everything. Your mouth, your cunt and your asshole will become holes to be used for pleasure by whomever and whatever I deem fit. You will obey me as your Master immediately because your will and desires will be my pleasure and my will and desires. You will serve me as a perfect slave always obedient. Are you interested in being owned by me as your Master?

See how stupid this is? Srsly. One of many ridiculous first messages one is prone to get when surfing the world wide interwebz from what I can only call a Duminant.

Last night whilst perusing a fellow bloggers blog I came across a comment that referred to this site … Born Slaves have a read, go on I dare ya. Let’s see how much you can read before your eye’s start rolling. Consequently I went looking deeper and found the person who referred this site has nevah been a slave. It’s great to live in the land of fantasy. Really it is fun but sometimes we need a good old smack of reality.

I read alot of blogs. Alot of slaves blogs. I also talk to a few good friends who live in an M/s relationship. They are real people with real lives, kids, jobs, family issues, real stuff. And not one of them adheres to this codswallop. They struggle, they often headfuck themselves in the process but they are happy. They are not however doormats and they all have fantastical brains to boot. They have minds and yes they are not afraid to say what they think. I doubt any of them believe they were “born to serve” either. What they have is an amazing relationship exploring a simple power exchange. It’s not all roses. None of them walk around in lala land either. These are intelligent women. According to the various fluff on the website no one I know is one of those “destined born slaves” … funny that huh?

This site has to be the spawn of the mass amount of interwebz duminants that spam our inbox’s full of the ridiculous crap that you see above. Sites like this don’t help, they encourage every mysoginist out there to walk off believing they they have a supreme power and can use this kind of website fluff to command obedience. Forgetting these are real people with hearts, family, careers and the one key thing, it’s earnt not demanded. It’s a two way street. Yes alot get satisfaction in living in a TPE relationship. It does not however mean they leave their brains at the door.

These days since adding “poly” to my profiles I get pretty much left alone. I wish I had done it sooner as it’s a great relief not to see or read that utter bollocks anymore. It’s just icky.

What worries me the most though is for some reason some people get so lost in this D/s fantasy land that they leave their brains in their ass and think that this shit is okay. That somehow all this is something to adhere to and treat it as if it is some form of bible without actually experiencing it at all. And worse off giving advice to someone who is actually living a real life in a very real relationship, who happens to use a journal to let off steam, to work out the little headfucks that go on in her head. The assumption that she would need this site to “help” her is just fucking ridiculous. Even moreso coming from someone who has never actually lived in an M/s relationship.

BORN SLAVERY is a community of those who are in pursuit of their destiny, period. Any other interest or pursuit is something else. Destiny can only be acquired after we each qualify ourselves to be ready to accept what our creator intended for us. First of all, we are qualified only after we have learned everything we need to learn, have experienced everything we need to experience, and failed at everything we need to fail at to make us willing to accept the truth.

Creator? Destiny?Who says? Who exactly?

Is it the Grand Poohbah of Master’s from the Yurpeean Hoose of the Twuu Way of Submittiveness? This dude that heads the site, and surprisingly not there is a  Yahoo group too,  is referred to as SlaveMaster (how original). Mebe it’s a new cult! Ooo do we get spechul robes to wear? Is it better than online Gor? Do we get a membership card?

People before kink.

Get real.

I think I’ll become a born again slave thanks to a wonderful insightful site such as this (in fantasy land of course)

Be careful what sucks you in on the world wide interwebz, you might never come back to reality…

I like the night,
it means all is quiet and I won’t be disturbed.
I can relax, perhaps have a wine…
(Sugar ‘n’ Spice)

… it also means I can strip off …
The  heater has made my room toasty warm
while outside the wind howls it’s song
(I’m naughty not nice)

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Nine Inch Nails … mmm yea. Their music is just wonderful in my eyes. “Hurt” is a song written by Trent Reznor (totally fuckable) , first released on Nine Inch Nails 1994 album The Downward Spiral.

In 2002, “Hurt” was covered by Johnny Cash to critical acclaim; it was one of Cash’s final hit releases before his death. Now I listen to a wide range of music. Generally I hate, hate country music. For some reason I love Johnny Cash’s tunes. When this song came out and I heard it for the first time I had tears streaming down my cheeks. I still do when I hear it each and every time.

Reznor said that when Rubin first asked if Cash could cover his song, he was “flattered” but worried that “the idea sounded a bit gimmicky.” He became a fan of Cash’s version, however, once he saw the music video.

I pop the video in, and wow… Tears welling, silence, goose-bumps… Wow. [I felt like] I just lost my girlfriend, because that song isn’t mine anymore… It really made me think about how powerful music is as a medium and art form. I wrote some words and music in my bedroom as a way of staying sane, about a bleak and desperate place I was in, totally isolated and alone. [Somehow] that winds up reinterpreted by a music legend from a radically different era/genre and still retains sincerity and meaning — different, but every bit as pure.

~Trent Reznor~

Music as a creative medium can pull emotions that are quite unique to each person that hears it. Some songs universally “hurt”.

Johnny Cash was a legend.

Life definitely has a part to play in who we become.

If you haven’t watched the movie “Walk the Line” … go watch it. Johnny Cash is played by Joaquin Phoenix and June is played by Reese Witherspoon. Absolutely awesome movie.