Yurpeen Hoose of  Edumacashuns of Slavishness

Special High Intensity Training

In order to assure the highest levels of quality work and productivity from slaves, it will be our policy to keep all slaves well taught through our program of SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (S.H.I.T.). We are trying to give our slaves more S.H.I.T. than any other establishment. If you feel that you do not receive your share of S.H.I.T. on the training course, please see your nearest sadist. You will be immediately placed at the top of the S.H.I.T. list, and our sadists are especially skilled at seeing that you get all the S.H.I.T. you require.

Slaves who don’t know S.H.I.T. will be placed in DEPARTMENTAL EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION PROGRAMS (D.E.E.P. S.H.I.T.).

Those who fail to take D.E.E.P. S.H.I.T. seriously will have to go to EDUCATIONAL ATTITUDE TRAINING (E.A.T. S.H.I.T.).

If you are full of S.H.I.T., you may be interested in a job teaching others. We can add your name to our BASIC UNDERSTANDING LECTURE LIST (B.U.L.L. S.H.I.T.).

For slaves who are intending to pursue a career in doormat policies and consultancy, we will refer you to the department of MANAGERIAL OPERATIONAL RESEARCH EDUCATION (M.O.R.E. S.H.I.T.). This course emphasizes on how to manage M.O.R.E. S.H.I.T.

If you have further questions, please direct them to our HEAD OF TRAINING, SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (H.O.T. S.H.I.T.).
SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TEACHING
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When you have an itch and it needs sating, when the masochist is coming to the fore and shes wild and unkempt and needing solace … she hunts.

Sometimes in the wrong places.

A question got me yesterday afternoon. It was simple enough and I already knew the answer as did they. I got annoyed at myself.

“Do you want to be the leader or the follower?”

The wolf. She’s a leader, a fierce, fiesty bitch of one. But there’s a different side to her. One that only comes out of it’s dark crevices when she knows it’s safe to. When she can trust. When she knows.

I sure as hell don’t want to be the leader. I don’t want to settle down for any random thing just to get two minute kicks. I sure as hell know that I am not the right person to guide someone into the world of BDSM/kink/ D/s or M/s. Ugh. Vanilla is not my thing. Nada zilch. It just doesn’t do it for me. It’s like a moth eaten blanket that doesn’t keep me warm. Boredom would set in rather quickly.

As much as I crave something intense and intimate, a vunerable space, a place to be able to let down my walls and just be, I’m not in a hurry. Hell if it was all about sex I could pop down to the local pub and pick up something lol. It’s not.

I get what I need in doses, enough to give my inner masochist a little solace. It keeps me sane. It’s enough for now.

I’m single by choice because I don’t want second best. I need a leader not a follower.

I’m learning to have a little courage and start being true to myself. Start listening to that inner voice and trusting in my decisions.

When you have someone who can remind you on occassion what you already know, well it’s refreshing. It reminds me to stop being an asshat and listen to my instincts.

I remind myself I do know what I want and need.

I have some bloody wonderful people in my life. Those special people near and far mean the world to me. Their words are comfort.

So the masochist is sat smiling. She’s okay. She’ll hunt when the time is right.

Right now, she’s sated enough.

She’s sooooo not a leader.

vanimp is into recieving “iceberg shots”

What pray tell are iceberg shots you ask?

‘beams’

Bruises from knuckle/fist punching layered upon themselves, one on top of another creating an almost iceberg effect. A bruise that takes time to appear and is deep. One you can feel but cannot see.

As a kid I was a tomboy. I liked rough and tumble play. Most of my significant others and mates  have had that kind of close relationship/friendship where ‘dead arms’ and ‘dead legs’ and chinese burns and the likes were part of the rough and tumble aspect. Playfighting and wrestling. All in fun for shits and giggles. One house I flatted in it was a common thing to see who could get a dead arm or leg in and render the person armless or legless first. The key was it was fun and it was consensual. For me it’s a massive release, kinda like playing a sport it gets the adrenaline pumping, the stress pours out and anger and pent up energy is directed and focussed or in my case normally me in a squealing heap with outbursts of ragey shit and lots of ‘fuck yous’ going on. Backyard boxing.

I grew up as a country kid, then after leaving home and growing up around farming communitites moved on to the world of horses. the injuries I sustained and the rough and tumble shit was yet again a normal thing. Kicks from hooves, falls, horses teeth, horses heads smacking into you at inconvenient times, it was all something I was used to.  I used to beam at the fucked up bruises I’d gain. None of it had a motive behind it at all it was just what I was used to growing up around.

The older I got the more fucked up insane shit I tried. Lots of crazy things, car hoods, tied to a jeep and all piled upon it going ‘paddock surfing’. Train jumping at the local train tracks. Looking for the next rush. Jumping off the bridge at the local dam, surfing, go karting, lots of insane stuff. An ex and I used to have alot of playfights, and I’d always come out second best.

The thing is and still is a sense of fun. I don’t mind a bit of hurt it’s all part of it. I’m kinda thinking karate would be kinda cool to take up but these days I can’t do many sports because of an old injury in my knee.

Thats where kink comes in. Impact play, rough body play, it does something for me. It helps release pent up shit. Gets rid of rage and angries and leaves me in a smiling content heap.

I kinda needed a release.

Iceberg shots. I haz dem.Lots. All over.

I can feel my muscles burning, I poke spots where bruises haven’t appeared yet.

I smile.

I’m content.