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(end day one)

*** THE TRUE STORY OF SHANNON ***
*** ***
*** DAY TWO ***
*** ***
*** ***

When the morning came she found her self sore and chained. She
had a rather demanding time the day before. She still had some
signs of the cane on her rear, but they were now faded and were
just memories. She sat up as I entered the room, she parted her
lips in an attempt to speak and held her thought, she remembered
that the one thing I had taught her that was most important was
that a slave never speaks unless she is given permission to do
so. I seeing that she had something to say ask her what was on
her mind. She started by asking what was for breakfast, I told
her she would be fed but not quite yet. I told her to get onto
her knees, she complied. I reached around and braceleted her
wrists behind her back. She was kneeling there looking up at me
with a “what’s next” kind of expression. I pointed to the zipper
on my pants. She said ” I haven’t even been to the bathroom
yet.” I slapped her face and told her that she had two options
while in this place, one was to leave and the other was to do as
she was ask. She said she was sorry and unzipped my pants re-
moved my penis and started sucking on it with a reluctant but
steady back and forth motion. (she had a way of opening her
mouth on – the down stroke and then closing and sucking real hard
on the up stroke) I came in a matter of minutes. I saw a white
slickness around her lips and knew it was my seed. She cleared
her throat a few times and stayed in the position I had request-
ed. I reached behind her and grabbed her wrists by the brace-
lets. I took her over to the ring in the center of the room and
with a short piece of chain secured them up in the air behind her
back. She was teetering there in her tiptoes head down arms up
rear sticking out. again I applied the cane this time I told her
not to make a sound. I said to her that if she was quiet I would
only give her five, but if she made noise I would start counting
all over again. She received twenty nine before she decided to
be quiet. She also couldn’t hold her water while she was being
disciplined (remember she had to use the bathroom) I know this
seem hard to some of you but you have to understand she was there
of her own will, also she could leave anytime she wanted to.
After the caning she was allowed to use the bath and to get ready
for the day after the shower she was allowed to eat. Her food
was given to her on the floor, her hands were again behind her
back. (you should have been there) She had oatmeal all over her
face and even some in her hair. After another shower she chained
in the corner of the room with instructions not to speak. She
spent most of the day there. When evening came she was lead off
to spend some time with a female friend of mine. ( I wasn’t
involved in this so I can relate it to you but I am sure your
imagination will do…she slept the night with my friend. The
next morning…well that’s another story

**************** THE TRUE STORY *****************
**************** *****************
**************** OF SLAVE GIRL SHANNON *****************
**************** *****************
**************** DAY THREE *****************

It was late the next morning when I saw Shannon, she was returned
naked in a sheet. Her breasts and neck were covered with
hickies. I never ask about that night, but always wished I had.
She was in a very pleasant mood, although I noticed when she sat
down that she did so very gingerly. I had her turn around so I
could inspect her back side. I was surprised to note that even
though whipped the day before with the intention of leaving some
welts, the welts were gone! She had some rather large round
bruises that seemed to me would stay for a few days. Asking her
what was used on her to create these nice paintings she replied
“a large kitchen spoon.” I decided to give her ass a break for a
few days and try to concentrate on other more meaningful areas of
her training. Her ankles were cuffed together with her in a
kneeling position. Her wrists were braceleted behind her back.
Her hair (not very long about shoulder length) was tied into a
pony tail and attached to a cord which ran to a ring in the
ceiling. Nipple clamps attached. a connecting strap was run
from her wrists to her ankles and drawn tight bringing her feet
up and behind her such a way that the only thing balancing her
was the cord on her hair. A large mirror was placed in front of
her so that she could see all of her self. A recorder was placed
near her, the mike attached to the mirror. She was told this ”
This is the way you will remain until you recite the following
one thousand times “I am a female, I belong to men, to real men
and only to them – it is my natural calling to be owned, and to
obey. I will strive to please any and all real men. For I am a
slave to my sexual desires.” (For her to do this completely
would take many hours and would not be practical for her to
remain in this position) (The idea that even though what has
been asked may seem impossible for her to do, that she be willing
to expend all of her energy trying to do it ) She was left there
for about two hours she had about three hundred lines done. Two
hours is a very long time in that position. When I entered the
room she looked to me and continued to repeat the phrase. I said
wait…”how are you doing?” She replied her back hurt and her
hands were going to sleep. I ask how many she had done she
didn’t know how many. I said for her to start over and count
this time. Her whole body began to shake and she started to cry.
I inquired of her what was wrong. She said “I just cant stay
this way any more” I said “You will until you finish.” (I wanted
her to beg for something else) She said “I will do anything
just ask – but I can’t do this any more.” (I was waiting for
that famous-line”I will do anything” Now she had made some real
progress)

****
****Three things to think about here : 1. She was staying of
****of her own accord. 2. She had submitted to another
****woman the night before. 3. She had accepted discipline from
****two different dominant people in less than 48 hours. And was
****willing to submit to anything to get out of an uncomfortable
****training session. But most important was the fact that she
****didn’t ask to leave just to submit to something different.
****

She was released from the restraints she was under. She was
instructed to report to the bath area of the house. She was
there waiting for me when I entered a half hour later, just
sitting there on the edge of the tub, naked. I had her get into
the tub and place her hands on the side of the tub. She was
sitting facing the faucet. Her body was turned to the side
because of the position of her hands. After removing all of my
own clothes I stepped inside the tub and had her place her hands
on my ankles. Her head was a little higher than my knees, she
was bent forward just slightly. Pointing to my penis and scrotum
I had made my desire known. I straddled her body with her still
sitting. Her head back, mouth open tongue licking the underside
of my scrotum. I was sure this wasn’t something new to her since
she had this devil look on her face. Requiring her to lick
between my legs for a few minutes was just prep for the next
thing to come. I took hold of my penis and directed it to her
mouth, she accepted it eagerly. The direction that she next
received was to stimulate her self as best she could with one
hand while placating me. (what was done next you may say is
impossible, it is if you have-not worked on it for a long time)
When I saw that she was getting excited her self and she was
working harder and harder on me I started urinating in her mouth.
It took a few seconds for her to realize what was going on, as
soon as I saw her eyes look at me with some resistance I grabbed
her hair and just held it tightly. She closed her eyes and
sucked and swallowed as hard as she could and orgasmed her self
in a tightening of her body that bent her double beneath me. My
urine continued to flow on her back and form little rivulets down
to her rear. A long shower followed. We both washed and ca-
ressed each other and then made love in the shower with the water
pelting us all the while. It was good for me and she was well
spent also. The remainder of the day and evening she spent at my
side on her hands and knees with collar and leash. She slept in
a wire kennel made person size, with carpeting not too uncomfort-
able except it is only four feet long and two and one half feet
wide. How did she sleep? Tell you next time……

******************** THE TRUE STORY ******************
******************* *****************
***************** OF ****************
**************** ***************
***************** SLAVE GIRL ****************
****************** *****************
******************* SHANNON ******************
*** ***
*** DAY FOUR ***
*** ***

Shannon was sleeping in the cage below in the training room. I
had some business other than training her for the day. She found
her self confined for the day with out food or use of a rest
room. She did have a supply of water that was connected to the
side of the cage. The cage being locked shut left her no other
option than to stay where I had left her. I returned later in
the day, about six or so. After some dinner I descended to the
cages area. She was sleeping in a fetal position. I kicked the
side of the cage and informed I wanted her to wake up. She sat
up and said “Where have you been ” This was not a good move on
her part for a slave does not require from her master such infor-
mation. I unlocked the cage and told her to go take a shower and
return as quickly as possible. I was very interested in the
feelings she was having since she had been forced to relieve her
self in her cage and then stay in there. She returned a short
time later with wet hair and a smell of fresh shampoo. Her lips
had been done as well as her eyes. I noticed that even her
nipples were redder than is normal. She entered and she knelt
before me. (I love it when they do that) She was getting the
idea. I ask her if she always spoke without permission. she
replied “sorry Master” And she proceeded to place her head to
the floor. (I also love that) I told her “get the whip ” she
crawled on her hands and knees to where the whip hung and raised
her self up and took it between her teeth and lowered her self to
the floor and came back to where I was. I asked her “Are you
ready for the whip?” and she replied “Yes Master” I said “ask
permission first from now on if you wish to speak.” She replied
“yes Master.” I wanted to ask questions about her thoughts and
didn’t want to change the way she felt at the moment. The fol-
lowing are the questions as taped at the time.

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Q. How do you feel about your training so far Shannon?
>>
A. It has been a lot different than I had expected it to be. I
had expected a lot more beating, but I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t
sure if what I had expressed I was interested in would be ex-
plored.
||||||||||*||||||||||||
Q. This was your fourth day, I feel you have made good changes
in becoming a slave in your heart, how do you feel?
>>
A. When I came here I was very interested in getting rid of my
temper and my inhibitions, I have found that so far I have not
felt either of these. I don’t understand that since I have
always had them. But so far I feel like furniture with but one
real purpose to please. I don’t know if that is what I truly
want for this is a very addictive manner of existence.
|||||||||*|||||||||
Q. Do you want to continue your training ?
>
A. If My master is pleased to do so. I would wish that he
continue. I do wish that he could be more demanding of this
slave of his.
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>>
>>

I concluded the evening with giving her a sound strapping, This
was done with a wide leather strap and was applied to her back
and leg’s. She slept that night without being fed.

********************* *********************
******************** SHANNON SLAVE GIRL ********************
******************* *******************
******************** DAY FIVE ********************
********************* *********************
***************************************************************
***************************************************************

It was late in the morning when she awoke. Food was waiting for
her outside of her cage. It was as usual oatmeal with a piece of
wheat toast and some coffee. She was sore from the strapping the
night before but was in a good mood. She greeted me with a
smile and a “Good Morning Master.” I had her crawl out of the
cage and she stayed on her knees waiting for instructions. I
felt that she had taken to heart the whole idea of being a true
slave. She was looking at me with a look of anticipation that
was to much for me to resist. I ask her to stand up then bend
over and grab her ankles. I proceeded to inspect her body. Her
back had several wide red marks from the strapping the night
before. I could also see some smaller welts on the backs of her
legs. I think these were from the tip of the strap which is
traveling at a greater speed than the middle section and there-
fore has a deeper impact. The sight of this sweet little was
nice.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DAY FIVE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~ WHAT WAS HER REQUEST ? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

** At first she thought for a few moments, then she ask in a low
soft way “Do you think I could handle having my nipples pierced?”

I replied “It all depends on how much you want it done and if you
are willing to take care of them for a few weeks while they
heal.”

She said “I mean do you think I could handle the pain, they are
so sensitive. I have never thought about it much before but now
I do want it done.”

I told her to remove her clothes and recline into the dental
chair where I proceeded to secure her hand body and foot. I
didn’t blindfold her because I wanted her to watch, also I omit-
ted the normal gag. She was fastened on her back with her head
forward close to her chest. Her arms were tied to the sides and
her feet secured to the foot rails of the chair. Over the middle
of her body was a wide strap about three inches wide, this kept
her from sudden movements that might cause problems with the
piercing.
**
**When I do piercings I like to be exact in the positioning of
the piercing tool. This makes piercing quicker and less painful.
I went to the chest where I keep these types of instruments, I
withdrew a short but thick veterinary needle. This type of
needle has considerable size and allows a nylon filament to slide
through the center of it. The filament is made for weed-eaters
and is the size of a match stick.

The problem one has with doing piercings is keeping everything
clean during the operation, and proper care after the wound has
been inflicted. She was watching as I gathered these various
things. I had some alcohol swabs the kind that have their own
foil pack, also a pair of pliers that had flat blades with a hole
drilled near the end. The handle of the pliers had a ratchet
latch to adjust the amount of pressure applied. As I approached
her with these various devices I saw that possibly the reality of
the situation might be more than the fantasy she maintained.
This I could see in the look she had on her face. I ask her one
more time if she wanted to go through with it. Her reply was
just do it and I’ll try not to make noise. I placed the pliers
over her left nipple bringing the blades closed on the tip flat-
tening out its surface. When flattened out it was about one half
of an inch wide. I told her not to look at what I was doing, (I
didn’t want her to flinch when she saw the needle coming) I
placed the tip of the needle at the opening in the plier blade ,
with one hard push it was passed completely through to the other
side. She screamed and heaved her chest up and then settled back
into the chair. I took a precut length of the nylon filament and
fed it through the needle about three inches. While holding the
filament I with drew the needle leaving the nylon behind hanging
out of each side of the nipple. Then I removed the pliers and
placed them on the other breast. After removing the pliers from
her left nipple and the blood was allowed to return to it, it
started to bleed. I placed a large self stick bandage over the
entire nipple because there is nothing as bad as having to watch
blood run down someone’s body knowing full well you are the one
who caused it to do so. In a matter of a few minutes both of her
nipples were pierced in this manner. Both breasts had nylon
filament hanging from their respective nipples. This filament
was thick and stiff. It was about six inches in length. The
ends were brought together and fed through a small metal crimp
that fastened them as one piece. These appeared as rather large
plastic hoops on the front of her body. The length of these
hoops allowed her to move them through the piercing while being
able to coat the hoop with medication.
***
***She hadn’t screamed when I passed the second needle, I felt
she had handled the whole thing rather well. She would soon find
that they would get very sore for a couple of weeks and then
there after they would always display a tendency to be more
sensitive. She was released from the chair and allowed the run
of the house for the first time. I found that she followed me
and when I sat she sat on the floor next to my legs. I used her
lips briefly that evening before I sent her to her cage. She was
becoming exquisite…………………….. a true slave,
heated by her desire to please.

******************** **********************
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> SHANNON DAY SIX < <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
************** **************
>>>>>>>>>>> SIMPLE THOUGHTS < <<<<<<<<<

be but non the less she awoke with much groaning and oohing and
ahhhing, it seemed that she had a pair of very tender breasts. I
expected them to be this way but she didn't take to heart what I
had said to her about them being sore for about two weeks. I
told her to take a shower that morning and then gave her a tube
of Folies ointment to apply to the nylon cord and rotate through
them. I didn't see her for about three or four hours I was busy
with some other stuff I had to do. One can't spend 24 hours a
day keeping these little truffets well when I again thought of
her it was about noon. I saw her kneeling in the kitchen area
watching someone cook the noonday meal. Before the meal was
served she was instructed to clean the floor with a small broom
and told to put the things in the dustpan in the trash. I was
seated at the table and Shannon was on the floor beside me. She
was not allowed to eat with her fingers, instead she ate from a
regular doggy dish that was bought for her. We were having bacon
tomato sandwiches. she on the other hand was having the same
thing but hers had been cut up into little pieces just the size
she would require for her mouth to be able to pick up and chew.
Beside her food bowl was a clean bowl of water with a few ice
cubes in it. The sight of a beautiful female eating this way
totally naked, well I must say is exciting. I had finished my
sandwiches and the person who had cooked the meal had gone into
another room. I was watching Shannon struggle with her food.
The sight of her trying to drink, well it was easy when the bowl
was somewhat full she could simply purse her lips and suck in the
water, but after a few drinks this was not possible, instead she
had to lap at the water like a cat or a dog. I loved the sound
of her small little tongue lapping, lapping, lapping. She had
finished her food and I felt this was a good time for some new
training. I said "Shannon get under the table" I reached under
and unzipped my pants and withdrew my penis. Quickly she had the
idea and took it deep into her mouth, being limp at the time it
was easy to do. It wasn't long before most of it was sticking
out of her mouth. Sweet slave this is your desert. She never
missed a stroke as I practiced trying not to show any emotion. I
figured at some future party to have her under the table for the
entire meal and watch the expressions on the other guests faces
as she traveled around the table. As she finished me off I felt
like I was going to never repeat this satisfaction, Having but a
simple piece of property in my total control, one who was revel-
ing in my total happiness. She was indeed a slave a slave of her
own desire one who would go to any length to please a man and
yet she was to be there for another eight days. I couldn't be-
lieve the way she had come around to the slave mind set. I know
she had wanted it but this was so soon that even I was sure it
would have taken longer. After lunch I told her I wanted to
inspect her now ventilated nipples, she stuck out her chest to
show them off to me. She touched one and I saw her wince. I
took hold of both the nylon filaments and placed them both in the
grasp of one hand trying not to cause her any discomfort. Then
gentle I drew her lips to mine and kissed her deeply, as I was
kissing her I brought a slight amount of pressure to the lines
that connected the nipples and I could feel her body shiver but
she just pressed her lips harder to mine and they even hurt well
after the kiss was over but she had not stopped me nor had she
said anything that would lead me to think that I had done any-
thing out of the order. I took her and chained her by the neck
to a ring set in the corned of the room. This was one of those
new style hitching post rings about three inches in diameter with
a big screw on it. To this was a piece of chain about one inch
wide. The chain was looped around her neck once and a padlock
was put on to keep it there. She was chained in such a fashion
that she had to stay on her knees. I left her there with out
permission to speak until I saw she was very restless. I gave
her permission to speak and ask her if she needed to use the
bathroom. She gave me a soft "yes Master" I allowed her to use
it but I stood there and watched all of the time. Her modesty
was dwindling and I wanted her to have none. After finishing I
took her onto the back porch which is a deck and has sides so no
one can see and chained her to a ring set in the side of it. The
reason for this was for her to get some sun. She was out side
for about an hour and I decided to bring her in the weather was
getting cold and I didn't want a sick slave. She was sent to her
kennel to watch some lesbian movies I had put there for her to
watch, ( I knew she would watch them because it was better than
watching the walls grow)

WILL SHE GO FARTHER STAY TUNED

*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
******************* DAY SEVEN SHANNON ******************
+++
+++
+++ When the other girl entered the room Shannon raised her
head to take note of the sounds coming from me and the slave I
had with me. She then sat up and watched as I placed the other
slave in four corned restraint, (Arms tied above head out to the
sides, legs spread tied to rings set into floor) She seemed
intent in the manner that I treated this female. This other
female had long dark hair almost to her waist, her name was Dina.
Once well secured I went to Shannon's cage and let her out. She
knelt in front of me and placed her head to the floor. I told
her to look at the girl tied so sweetly, I ask her what it was
she thought I would want to do to this "Dina." She said if I
know my master he would want to whip her and then make her do all
kinds of things she would not normally do. I said "That is
correct" But I said I want you to do these things to her as I
watch. Shannon looked to me and said "I could never do that to
another slave. I told Shannon "the reason this slave is here is
the fact that she has lost some of her training, and her master
being a new master has ask me to do some retraining on her. I
tell you Shannon I want you to whip her and I want you whip her
good." I then took a seat in the corner of the room to watch what
was about to happen. Shannon walked over to a rack four feet
long and mounted to the wall. On this rack was about twenty
assorted whips, crops and paddles. Shannon selected a rather
thin supple leather strip. I pointed to a much heavier wooden
rod. Shannon looked at me with disbelief I said "yes that one."
(Shannon had never felt one such as this because it was never
required for her) Shannon took the rod it was about three eights
of an inch thick and two and a half feet long, and she swung it
through the air it made a low whooshing sound. I said "Shannon."
She looked at me. "I want not an inch between her backs of her
knees and the top of her buttocks to be spared, And I don't care
if it takes all night." I saw Shannon measure the distance to the
girls rear and tap it a few times to see how a swing would go and
then she brought the rod back and swung WOOSH-THUD the sound of
way to light a stroke. "SHANNON" I said, "POSITION", Shannon
went to the floor with her head down. I had position of the rod
and I showed Shannon how it should sound going through the air
with her rear as the landing point. I did this a few quick
times, then ask "have you got the idea?" Shannon with tear filled
eyes said "yes Master." I again took my seat. This time the rod
made an exquisite sound as it sailed and landed the girl jerked
forward in her bonds and let out a sharp "aaaac" sound. "Shannon
that is how I want all of them to be," I said, she looked at me
and uttered a low "yes master." By the twentieth stroke the now
growing red slave was begging for her to stop but Shannon follow-
ing my instruction continued thinking of her own bottom not
wanting to feel this tool of the master ever again. Shannon had
worked up a sweat of her own, she had switched arms two times and
had a design of crisscrossed welts covering the area I had re-
quired her to fill. The slave who's bottom of which we speak was
beyond crying and was hanging there. Toward the end each stroke
of Shannon's was deliberate and was with all her strength. I
took the rod from Shannon and ask her what it was like to beat
this girl who she had no ill feeling for Shannon said "I want to
turn the rest of her red" I ask her why. She said this: "This
girl came here knowing this was going to be done to her, she held
her wrists up for you to tie them and put her ankles out to have
them secured. I know what the feeling is to be beaten when I am
excited but she didn't have a vibrator tied to her to mix the
feelings. So I could only assume that she enjoys being beaten."
"Yes," I said "that is it exactly. Ask her what the feeling is
like once you are past the first twenty strokes. Shannon asked
her and the girl replied: "I hate the first twenty or so but
then the fire starts and it slowly travels through my body and
heats up my clit until each stroke brings a greater sensation
from my clit. I don't get off this way but it is a deep need I
have now for this and my master isn't up to this type of train-
ing."
"Shannon, would you like to trade places with her and let her
have a go at it? Shannon just thought for a minute and then she
said "Can I stop if I want?" I said "only after the twenty fifth
stroke, if by then you are not past the discomfort and into the
pleasure then yes."
Shannon said "ok I'll try." And that is what will follow in the
next story.

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The other girl had secured Shannon well, she hung there with her
toes just touching the floor. Her wrists were tied tight enough
so that you could see a redness in her hands. (Normally I don't
tie this tight but for the length of time she would be there it
would be alright.) I just watch as the girl put a hood on Shan-
non. Shannon and the other girl had agreed not to stop until at
least thirty strokes had landed and Shannon wanting to try this
had told her not to stop under any circumstances until this
number had been reached, this is why the hood with the gag in it
was used. No matter how much Shannon screamed she was going to
get thirty. The girl selected a wide but thin paddle to work
with. As far as I could tell she started with light strokes and
then went quickly into heavy deliberate ones. The first two or
three Shannon didn't even flinch for but the next ten she jumped
forward as far as her toes would allow. The last fifteen found
Shannon pushing her rear farther backward to receive the full
measure of the swing. By the time thirty had been reached
Shannon's rear was very red, but she was pressing it back and
moving it sideways to hurry the next blow. I didn't count all of
them but I am sure she had to have received seventy five or so
before she fell slack in the bonds having orgasmed. The hood was
removed and she just hung there panting and shaking. I ask her
"Are you alright?"

She replied "OOOHHH YEAAA." I said "You ought to see your bot-
tom." After we had untied her she walked over to a full length
mirror and looked at the now blood red patches that covered her
cheeks. She rubbed them and remarked " Boy they are sure hot."

I said "And so were you."

The other girl came over to Shannon and wrapped her arms around
her and then kissed her lightly on the shoulder. Shannon turned
and kissed her full on the lips. I said that they could relax
after their ordeal and they did so for a few hours (in each
others arms for the rest of the night.) I felt this was a good
awakening for Shannon who was a little short on this type of
experience. The following morning I had Shannon bath and dress
the other girl in a training harness. The reason for the harness
was to teach the girl how to step and keep her back straight when
she was kneeling. Later Shannon helped me put the girl in a hair
balance.

(I will explain hair balance): The girl was told to kneel, her
long hair was braided into a long pony tail with rope interwoven.
Then the rope being seven feet long was tied up above her head to
a beam, this was not tight but just snug. The way the hair grows
this forces the face down and the crown of the head up. the
girls hands were locked behind her back in medical cuffs, her
ankles we also likewise secured, a strap of about an inch wide
was attached to the ankle cuffs and drawn up and laced through
the wrist restraint, then the strap was brought over the shoulder
and down the front of the body and back under to where the ankles
were now forced to stay and secured. This brings the slave up on
her knees and the only thing balancing her is her hair. She must
hold still or she will not be able to balance and pull her hair
excessively to get back into balance. (some masters depending on
the slave take this a step further and hang the slave from her
hair but I feel this is a far step and should be done only at the
slaves request.) The girl was left in this fashion for one hour.
( The hair balance) I asked Shannon how she would like control
of this girl for the day. Shannon said "Do you mean I can do
what I wish with her? " I said within reason Yes. She untied her
and put a collar on her and took her to the mat and the first
thing I heard her say was "Bathe me" (There was no water around
this part of the house and everyone involved knew she expected
the girl to use her tongue. The afternoon went quickly for these
two but it went as I had figured it would she had this girl do
all kinds of body service for her, but never did I see Shannon do
anything to make this girl feel loved or pleasure. I was sad to
see this missing in Shannon. But all of us are not given to
understanding that a true master or mistress is one who is there
mostly for the pleasure and service of the slave. (This sounds
ironic but this is a lovers game is it not ?

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It seems that Shannon has made a high level of progress in her
attempt to be a total slave.
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Is it as it seems?
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Lets look a little deeper............
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Shannon was showing little or no resistance to any suggestion.
From either my self or anyone else. I had decided to test her
limits.
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I wanted to first ask her some in depth questions, ones that will
show her true "colors."
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Q...Shannon, What is it that excites you about all of this?
A...I am not really sure it is just a feeling that overcomes me.
I need this type of control in my life, but not because I can't
control my own life but because it makes me feel so feminine. I
like not having to think about sex, but rather just doing what I
am told to do. I have found that I get much pleasure from things
I would have never considered even doing before under any circum-
stances. It is strange but when I am ask to do something that is
different I don't even stop to think about if I will enjoy it or
not I just go with it I guess. The feeling comes from deep
within me.
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Q...Shannon, What was going through your head when you were being
whipped ?
A...The first ten minutes I was screaming, and all I wanted to do
was get away from that whip and hide. But then the feeling
changed. It started in my rear as a hot feeling that spread
through my entire lower section and warm waves started flooding
from my clit. I am not sure but that is what it seemed like. I
know I didn't feel the individual hits but a building of heat. I
wanted that girl to hit much harder but wasn't able to communi-
cate it to her. I was surprised today to see that there are few
marks. I think after a while I will try it again. I would like
to try my hand again with her, that is her receiving?
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Q...Shannon, I want you to do something for me,something very
demanding and something that you will remember for years. Will
you do what ever I ask of you ?
A...I guess, I will do anything within reason.
Q...I want a yes or no answer from you.
A...Well, Ok, Yes I will do anything you ask. What is this thing
you are going to ask of me ?
Q...Did you read the story of "O" ?
A...Yes.
Q...Do you remember what Sir Stephen ask of "O" ?
A...Yes that she Obey Completely ?
Q...True, But he wanted her to wear something....
A...Oh, The Brand and rings......Is that it ?
Q...What do you think ?
A...If you ask it, I will Obey.
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Shannon : "What do you want to mark on me ?"
DRESDIN : "The Cursive Kef of Gor"
Shannon : "Where?"
DRESDIN : "You have read the series, Left thigh"
Shannon : "When?"
DRESDIN : "Tomorrow"
Shannon : "Will it Hurt?"
DRESDIN : "Not as much as you think"
Shannon : "And the rings"
DRESDIN : "The following day"
Shannon : "And then I will be leaving ?"
DRESDIN : "That is up to you"
Shannon : "Do it now, I don't want to worry all night"
DRESDIN : "No tomorrow, I want you to think about it"
Shannon : "why?"
DRESDIN : "You can always say NO, and may want to in the morning"
Shannon : "I said I will obey"
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I awoke early that day, the house was quiet and birds were
singing outside as the sun crept over the hilltops. I was
wondering if she would want to go through with it or not. I knew
that being the type of person that she was anything that would be
of an unusual nature would appeal to her. I sat and drank some
strong coffee and smoked a few cigarettes. After taking a shower
I proceeded to the lower levels of the house to see if she was
awake.
She was lying there in her cage, eyes just a slit as they
peered back at me. A slight smile crossed her face as I ad-
dressed her. She sat up and I removed the lock so she could get
out. Crawling out she went from all fours to being on her knees.

“Good morning Master,” she said. I asked how she was feeling?
She replied well but that she hadn’t had much sleep. Her mind
had been working all night, I ask her what she had been thinking
about she replied: she was sure that she wanted to be a slave
all of her life but wasn’t sure she wanted the whole world to
know of it. And a large brand on her thigh would be something of
interest to anyone who saw it. She was afraid that it would
make her a freak. I said to her that it would be unusual and
that it was ok if she didn’t want it done. (What she says here
is interesting ) She said: “I do want it done to remind myself
that I am but a slave and that what I want is not the most impor-
tant thing, also I want people to ask so I will have to explain
why I have it. I replied: “But didn’t you just say you were
unsure? She said: “Yes I am in a rational sense, but this
whole lifestyle in based on sensuality, and possession not ra-
tionality. So I do want it done as soon as possible.
I said “OK. In that case I don’t want you eating anything
this morning, just have some juice and we will do it before
lunch.” She agreed.
The rest of the morning was uneventful, she showered and
read a book (The story of “O” ). I was making preparations for
her branding. At about 10:30 I ask her to come to the chair.
The chair was laid out flat and I had her lay face down on it. I
ran one of the wide straps across her back and tightened it very
much, then I secured each of her arms and then her hands. This
left her with her feet on the floor her knees somewhat bent. I
raised the chair so that her legs were out straight to the floor
and then I secured her ankles at the base of the chair. Her
knees were tied together, and just behind the knees a strap was
run behind them to the face of the chair to keep them from mov-
ing. Her head was fastened to the head rest so it could not
move. (The reason for this was to keep her from watching). I
ran a second strap across her back this time lower near her
buttocks also very tight. She was immobile, I didn’t want her to
move and cause a distorted brand.
I switched my attentions to a gas brazier (In the old
days they used charcoal) I lit it and placed the iron in to be
heated. ( The iron was hand made by myself out of 1/4 inch wide
by 1/8 inch thick strap steel. I bent it and had a handle welded
to it.) While the iron was heating there were a few things to
do. First I had to lower the temperature of her skin where the
brand was to be. By placing a “instant cold pack” on the spot
prior to branding fifteen to twenty minutes ahead this will do.
(Cooling the skin keeps the brand from getting distorted) I
noticed that in this position when looked at from the rear one
could see the delicate peddles of her rose, I quickly grabbed a
sterile needle and filament, some disinfectant and put on some
surgeons gloves. I then took hold of both lips at one time and
passed the needle through very quickly, she never even flinched.
I then removed the needle and tied the filament together. Then I
thought about the brazier…it had heated the iron red hot. I
walked over to her and placed a gag in her mouth. (I hate to
hear females scream) I removed the cold pack and dried the area,
(you want to dry the area because water causes steam that can
burn areas not intended to be marked.) I grabbed the Iron now, a
bright orange, positioned it and quickly brought it to her thigh.
I watched as the iron sank into her about three seconds and then
I removed it. I immediately placed the cold pack on the spot. I
need not say this but she was screaming her head off…through
the gag. As soon as she stopped screaming I removed the gag and
let her have some fresh air. I ask her if it was hurting at all
and she said ” not really.” I left the ice pack on for another
twenty minutes or so until the skin had cooled down to stop any
blistering of the surrounding area. Upon removing the cold pack
I examined the mark a deep well placed mark that would be with
her the rest of her life. It was 1/4 inch deep 2-1/2 inch tall a
nice cursive “K.” The mark was now a bright pink “seared” and not
bleeding. The air in the room was filled with the smell of
burning hair (a sweet sickening smell.) The window was opened to
clear the room as I removed her bindings. The mark was dressed
before she saw it, I used Follies ointment to lightly cover it
and protect from infection. The biggest battle for the next week
would be letting the wound heal naturally the first time so not
to be distorted. (When this healed it could be felt with the
hand, traced with the finger while making love and always there
for her to look at and to feel)
She did ask me why I had punched a hole in her lips, I
responded by saying I was inevitable so I had the time and the
place “Why Not.” She said “Oh I see MASTER.” You will have me
completely won’t you?

I replied ” All you will give and just a bit MORE ”

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SHANNON THE NEXT DAY

By the next morning the wound had healed somewhat, it had covered
itself with a thick dark layer. I noticed this while I was
dressing the mark left the prior day. The area around the mark
was red and tender but not effected. I was pleased to see this.
She just stared at it, her eyes were looking at it with disbe-
lief. This was a large mark in a place where if she ever wore a
swim suit of any kind it would show for all to see. She was
indeed marked for life. My heart was filled with a deep rever-
ence for this girl, she was very much committed to this new life
of her choosing. I was not sure if in five years she would feel
the same way and regret what had been done to her. But I knew
that like a tattoo it was a thing of the moment and often
tattoo’s are regretted also. Well for now she was pleased with
what she saw and that was all that mattered. I removed the
filament that I had ran through her lower lips and replaced it
with a fine gold ring of about an inch in diameter. This she
felt some discomfort from since the place of the piercing was a
little swollen. I cleaned it and dressed it with some more
Follies ointment and she smiled.

This female had more body changes than any other female I had
ever dealt with before. I had pierced her nipples, branded her,
and pierced her lower lips during her stay with me. I knew she
would want more done in the future. I let her rest the whole
day, but that evening I had her serve me in ways only a master
can enjoy. I know some of you are thinking how could I be so
cruel, so cold? Well I did all these things for her and not to
her. She was a natural slave. Slaves are slaves if they find
their true calling. Most never figure out what it is in their
life they do want. Most marry dominating or truly cruel men who
haven’t the least understand of how wonderful and valuable a true
submissive is. Shannon was a very wonderful female with the most
female traits I have ever seen.

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I woke up this morning, with a piss-hard-on. This is NOT
unusual for me, as I find it harder to hold my bladder all night
long as I get older, and still ignore the call of nature in the
morning.
I turned over, and cuddled up to my wife, Marsha. At 32
years old, she is no longer the teenager’s wet-dream she was when
I first married her, but she still has a body to put most models
to shame. Even more exciting, the smooth sexy feel of her skin,
and the heady aroma of her silky long brown hair were always
enough to give me ideas, even when I don’t already have a hard-
on.
“Are you at that ‘thing’ again?” giggled Marsha, squirming
back at me, trying to trap my swollen prick between her legs,
where it would do both of us more good. Marsha may not be the
incredibly oversexed barely-pubescent little girl who had trapped
a 16-year-old into marriage, with her insatiable appetite for sex
that had swamped even me; but she still liked to fuck almost as
much as I do. Even two children, and almost nineteen years of
constant sex in marriage had only dampened her sex-drive down to
minor nymphomania. Of course, the thing that STILL amazed me
constantly, was that this incredible creature’s sex-drive all
centered on ME. I still can’t believe I’m so lucky, and I
constantly strive to let her know it.
Two minutes later, we were fucking like bunnies. After two
times the previous night, you might think we would slow down, but
why should we? Even approaching menopause hasn’t slowed my wife
down, and I don’t expect to slow down myself, until I’m at least
ninety years old. Probably not even then.
There’s one trouble with a piss-hard on though. It actually
interferes with the real thing. I couldn’t get off. Marsha was
just finishing her third orgasm, when I finally had to pull out
in disgust. The pressure from my bladder was tickling my
prostate, and interfering with my concentration. Yes,
concentration. After getting off twice the night before, and not
being particularly sexually-neglected anyway, it took some effort
on my part to work up to an orgasm. Usually, I could do this by
imagining I was fucking some cute young teenager, or even pre-
teen, like my wife had been when we first met. Marsha doesn’t
mind, sometimes even working such fantasies along with me. Only
as I said, this time it didn’t work.
My prick softened and slipped out of my wife with a soft
“slurp.” Damn, I was annoyed!
Telling my wife to, “Hold that pose,” I dashed into the
bathroom; trying to get there before the bladder-pressure made me
wet the floor. I heard Marsha giggle, as she “held that pose.”
Damn, again! For what must have been the fortieth time, I
resolved to finish the rough-in place for a second bathroom in
the basement. The bathroom was already occupied by my 16-year-
old daughter taking a shit, and I barged right in on her, as the
bathroom door had come loose several years ago, and I had never
bothered to replace it.