The Punisher, Brat Fairy and the kidnap.

Indeed, Brat Fairy has made it known to him that she wanted to experience a real kidnapping, to see how it feels like. Well, the Punisher enjoys a good Damsel in distress game so, he's so so up for it.

Brat Fairy has no idea that the Punisher has decided that the day was ... today. He's got his new ropes ready, his duct tape ready and long towel to imprison Brat Fairy's wings as we wouldn't want them to be damaged in the process.

As it happens, Naughty Fairy and Sadist Dom are also in the known and have made sure that all the doors are open at Naughty's place for the Punisher to come in, snatch Brat and then drag her out. As he arrives to the house, he sees that Brat Fairy is being ... punished by Sadist Dom! She's over his needs and being spanked! Oh well, Brat Fairy must have been bratty then! Sadist Dom saw the Punisher signing at the window and knows that he has to ... get away.  He makes her stand up and go to the corner for some corner time. She's forbidden to turn around, no matter what sound she hears.

The Punisher enters the house, goes to Brat Fairy with a cloth impregnated with an incapacitating liquid, something that is not going to make her unconscious, just that little bit more compliant. For once she obeyed and she didn't turn. He covers her mouth and nose with the cloth. When she is completely under the influence of the drug, he removes the cloth and takes her to the sofa. He takes the towel from his bag and wraps it around her wings. Then he wraps lots of rope around her to makes sure that she doesn't escape. He tapes her mouth and her eyes. She is now ready to be kidnapped.

He half carries her half drags her to his carriage and goes off.

He arrives at his house and half carries half drags Brat Fairy and lay her on his couch. He goes to get his bag and locks the door with is key that he then puts in his pocket. He opens his bag and grab some ropes that he puts in his trousers' pockets. He then make Brat Fairy stand up and takes her to a pillar in the centre of the room where he attaches her to, ensuring she cannot go anywhere.

And he waits for her to recover from her "ordeal".

Which she does right about ... now.

Fucking Hell, where am I?

Oh we are awake, aren't we?

Why am I tied up, let me go! What am I doing here?

Oh my dear, but I won't let you go, it is going to be so much fun to have you here with me. And we are expecting some visitors by the way.

First knock on the door... SadistDom is coming to visit and has ... a plate on his hand with some M&Ss. Brat Fairy is starting to feel a little bit afraid... She certainly doesn't want the bitter hot sweets. No way. Unfortunately, she can't escape! He approaches her with his evil smile and prepares to give her one sweet, which she refuses to take. She doesn't want to open her mouth... Oh dear. Brat Fairy is happy to play tricks on others but doesn't want to have the same done to her. SadistDom puts the plate on the sofa and then goes back to her holding one sweet in his hand and then catches her hair and pulls sharply to get her to gasp and then puts the sweet in her mouth. He then puts his hand over her mouth to prevent her from spitting it out! Brat Fairy is definitely not enjoying that as she is fighting against her bonds.

Actually, speaking about fighting against her bonds, she found a way to escape and has started to work on her plan. Where the Punisher made a mistake is that he puts one of the knots next to her hand! Silly mistake that she is taking advantage of while SadistDom is trying to get her to eat that sweet. Well, she did swallow it but the bitter hot taste is still lingering on. One of her hands is free, and she is starting to free her other hands as SadistDom realises what is happening and catches her free hand and ties her again. He knows what to do with Brat escapologist and is making sure that there are no longer any weak point in the tie. Brat Fairy is now stuck.

Knock knock on the door. Looks like SadistDom's visit is coming to an end and she has a new visitor... Domly Dom. Oh dear. It looks like the whole place is aware of what is happening to Brat Fairy! And they are taking their revenge! Poor Brat Fairy is being truly punished. I thought it was a kidnapping!

Domly Dom is carrying an envelope in his hands. Brat Fairy knows exactly what's coming. Indeed, it's the glitter bomb! And she's covered in glitter from head to toes.

It looks like the day is going to be long!

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Once the village had their turn for once, Brat Fairy is covered in various things shiny, sticky, smelly. She's still tied up very tight and she is far too tired. The Punisher comes back into the room to untie her and take her to the bathroom where he ties her again in the bath and leaves her there for the night.

Oh dear me, Brat Fairy has been getting her retribution for her brattiness and her tricks.

Well as she's too tired, she goes to sleep and so am I as I am struggling to keep awake. I'll rejoin my ropes and will let you know what will happen next once she awakens.

Recipe anti-blues

Good bunch of friends
Get tied up to a pillar
Get spanked while running away

Lots of ouch
Lots of laugh
Lots of fun

Let's do that again.

So much pain in this world

And so much death, either by force of nature or by force of the law.
I have to be grateful for what I have, I'm still here, I'm still breathing so I still have a chance to make things right for me.

Basically, as long as I keep breathing, I'll keep on fighting no matter how hard it gets, how grim it gets, how frustrating it gets, I won't let it go and surrender.

I will fight to make my life better. It may take me more months, years even but I will fight. Or I'll die trying. But I will not give up.

Here we go again with Brat Fairy

Once upon a time, a Brat Fairy was a little Fairy and got into mischief anytime she could. She got called brat because she always blamed others and always talked back to adults.

Now that she is an adult, she's even worse.

Domly Dom has left the Fairy land for new pasture and Sadist Dom has come to visit for the weekend. He's staying with Naughty Fairy. Brat Fairy is very intrigued by Sadist Dom as she has heard that sadists are really fun to be with.

But she didn't want to visit him while Naughty Fairy was there. She waited for her to leave her house and that Sadist Dom was alone for her to show up with a tray covered by a cloth.

Knock knock

Who's there?

Brat Fairy, coming to say hello to you.

Sadist Dom opens the door and see Brat Fairy all dressed fairy like with her wings on display.

Oh Sadist Dom, I am so happy to meet you. I have heard so much about you. And saying that, she comes into the house, still carrying the tray.

I have brought a surprise for you. She removes the cloth and shows a plate full of S&Ms, all colourful.

I thought you could enjoy the company and some sweets.

You should know by now that Brat Fairy has always something up her sleeve. She offers him the S&M but doesn't take any. Sadist Dom doesn't know Brat Fairy nor what she does. He puts the sweet in his mouth and makes a face straight away as they taste totally disgusting. They're not S&Ms but some special concoction extremely bitter and hot, an explosive combination.

What Brat Fairy doesn't know is that Sadist Dom has been authorised by the Fairy Council to apply the punishments in the village while the Punisher is away on holiday for the Bank Holiday weekend.

Oh Brat Fairy is in trouble. Sadist Dom grabs Brat Fairy and puts her on his knees to give her the mother of all spankings for her trick.

It looks like it backfired a bit on her....

I think Sadist Dom may have more work than originally thought.

Sadness

My jar of pain is overflowing again
Tears are streaming down my face
All I see is never ending struggle
I am unable to find peace

I need someone to hold me close
I need someone to cherish me
I need someone to take away the hurt

My heart is broken
My head is in pain
My life is a mess

I am just a little girl lost
In the forest of life
And I need to find my way again

Tired but I will not give up

In as much as I would love giving up everything and just pack it up, I know this will never happen. You know why? Because despite of everything that little light is still shining in me, despite all the crap that hurts my soul and try to blow that light away. But this light is very resistant, it is made of the strongest stuff, positivity and an eagerness to live.

My light will never die. No matter how hard some may try, it will never die. It will keep on shining and it will be there until my dying day, however far it is.

I am strong because of that light.

Darkness will not engulf me.
Water will not drown me.
Fire will not burn me.

I am invincible because of that light.

I am furious

I have been in talk with this Master since yesterday. We kind of tested the water. I gave him a few chances (more than I would have had) because he seemed sincere.

He seemed to have the funny idea that because he is a Master, I am going to agree upfront to do whatever he wishes. I am not stupid. I am not naive. I may be a sub, I have a strong wish to serve but I am not going to do that at whatever cost.

I will never ever do skype sex with anyone or send sex pictures to anyone. This is not what this is about. I have been told that I was not a sub, that I was topping from bottom because I have refused to stand up and show my legs to that person I have only known the existence yesterday.

What is wrong with you people? It is not because I am down (I didn't get that job by the way) that I am going to let you do anything to me. Hell no!

I am a sub, yes, but within the parameters that I agree to submit to.

It is not because I put myself out there on a dating site that I am going to show you my flesh. You can dream about that, that is totally free and you are welcomed to it. But it will take much more than just your self-appointed title for it to happen for real.

Call yourself a Master? Well, I am not going to call you a Master, I'll call you stupid and it is much better that you are not my Dominant.

No wonder also why you seem to think everyone is a fake around. Good luck to you and good riddance.

A very difficult day today in perspective

So far my writing has helped me to keep afloat, either because I was expressing something that buggered me or because I experienced something that I wanted to experience through my words.

Life is very difficult at the moment. I have no anchor. I am drifting across the sea, without direction. I don't know where I am going to land. But land somewhere I will. I may land in a lush beautiful place but with dangers lurking beneath the beds of flowers. Or I may reach a barren land, devoid of pleasure but also devoid of danger, of pain, just emptiness.

I have no way of commanding which direction I am going. At the moment, I am just drifting. But I struggle to keep my head above the water. I sometimes swallow some and am at the point of drowning but somehow something is pushing me back up and I cough it all out.

Fantasy world does help and the fact that I am out there looking for more people to play with and also for a Dom means that I have to remain sociable. I am starting to think like a friend of mine whether it would not better to leave it all and have an easier life, like the barren island. That life would be a hell lot easier. But I will definitely not be happy as I will not be challenged to be more than what I am now, to be what I am meant to be. I much prefer the lush island filled with dangers but also with pleasures that only I and the partner I will be with will get to experience.

I just need to keep afloat a little be more. I must not drown. Not yet, not now. Not after what I have gone through. I need to keep afloat.

Robyn Be Mine!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCtvP0pdPoA

It's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain
As if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain
There'll be no last chance, I promise to never mess it up again
Just a sweet pain of watching your back as you walk
As I'm watching you walk away
And now you're gone, there's like an echo in my head
And I remember every word you said

It's a cool thing you'll never know all the ways I tried
It's a hard thing faking a smile when I feel like I'm falling apart inside
And now you're gone, there's like an echo in my head
And I remember every word you said

And you never were and you never will be mine
No, you never were and you never will be mine

For the first time, there is no mercy in your eyes
And the cold wind's hitting my face and you're gone
And you're walking away
And I am helpless sometimes, wishing's just no good
'Cause you don't see me like I wish you would

'Cause you never were and you never will be mine
No, you never were and you never will be mine

There's a moment to seize every time that we meet
But you always keep passing me by
No, you never were and you never will be mine

I saw you at the station
You had your arm around what's-her-name
She had on that scarf I gave you
You got down to tie her laces

'Cause you never were and you never will be mine
(You looked happy and that's great)
No, you never were and you never will be mine
(I just miss you, that's all)

'Cause you never were and you never will be mine
No, you never were and you never will be mine

There's a moment to seize every time that we meet
But you have always keep passing me by
No, you never were and you never will be mine
'Cause you never were and you never will be mine
No, you never were and you never will be mine

There's a moment to seize every time that we meet
But you have always keep passing me by
No, you never were and you never will be mine

My rant

OK, I am now back on the shelf after possibly the shortest D/s relationship in history.

Inasmuch as I am OK with the issue of incompatibility of kink, I don't know how much clearer I can make it about who I am, what I do, how I play. I am possibly a lot more open about this than a lot of people.

But then again, it is not because I am primal that I am any less submissive. I am very submissive and very obedient. But I need control. A lot of it. Yes, it is hard work. But then aren't all D/s relationships hard work too?

You, Doms out there looking for your subs, you need to invest yourself into the relationship otherwise it will fail. You should take risks on relationships that may not be the obvious choice as you never know what you may gain. If you don't want me, this is absolutely fine. But if you're interested by me, then take a chance. Don't be scared about primalism, just see this as an excuse to do some wrestling and get more hand on!

And please don't get intimidated by what I write in my eroticas. Reality can be so much better.

Basically, don't get scared of the unknown, I am more than just primal but primalism does define me in my play. You dream of controlling someone, well there's your chance. Do it, control me. I am giving you that, my submission, my obedience. But in play, that submission will need to be reclaimed by you, forcefully. How more fun can that be?

If you are not ready to embrace this unknown, it is better not to get started.

Odd reflections on a Saturday evening

The kid is sleeping on the sofa and I am here, on my own, with my own head and negative thoughts.

I am feeling inadequate as I have lost control over my food. I had managed not to use food as emotional support and I am back at it. I use food in a destructive way and I am trying to stop it. It has been going for a few weeks as a way to cope with everything that went on. I had thought the writing was sufficient to help me cope but it hasn't. I have put on weight, I know. This time, my body shows. It is not good and this weight has to go as it is not good for me. It is not a vanity issue but a health issue.

I haven't got any financial support from the government as of yet since I have no job (ie March). I am not desperate but I am in a demonic ping pong with the job centre. I keep saying something. They keep sending me the same letter word for word which doesn't correspond to my case. I keep responding and yet they keep sending me that same letter word for word that doesn't correspond to my case. I am going to send a complain on Monday as it has to stop. I have no support whatsoever to help me find work when I need it most. Even my tax credits have reduced because I no longer work. I need to call them to find out why though as I feel this is not right.

I am moving on with my life on the kink front and have met someone who is hilarious and evil at the same time, the perfect combination for me. Yet, I have 2 holes in me that are not filled up, one hurting a lot more than the other. Burning bridges was what I needed to do. I wanted to go to the London Munch yesterday and saw my former Dom may attend and thus have decided not to go. (In the end, it was better that way as I had a splendid evening). We're both attending the same event tomorrow but I don't want to be near him as I know that I will hurt if I see him. Yet we both have the same right to attend it so we'll have to make do with the situation.

I know I have friends who care for me, friends I have met a few months ago and have become my BDSM family. I am so grateful to have them. I have a great new playmate as well. So things are not all negative.

I need to sort out my food issue. I need to sort out my benefits issues. I need to get a job.

I need stability.
I need love.
I need submission.
I need fun.
I need craziness.

I am tired of being tired, I am tired of hurting for X Y or Z reason, sometimes I am tired of being me. But as I have said in another post, I live my life on a straight line always moving forward, even if I am tired. I will always move forward, no matter what.

Thank you for reading my rant about life.

Jo and Stephan, a primal play

After emailing each other following the virtual world primal Munch, Jo and Stephan decided to meet for a play in a local dungeon containing a padded room, convenient for wrestling.

They meet at a coffee shop prior in other to make sure that there is nothing wrong with the other person. Once happy, they make their way to the dungeon. All limits and likes where discussed by email before meeting.

Once in, they put on comfortable cloth as nudity is not allowed in the padded room on account of hygiene. Stephan has brought his ropes & toys with him in order to restrain Jo, if he manages to pin her down. In order to have it available at first notice, he put one rope on the side pocket of his trousers. He is ready and so is she.

Her stance is much different to how it was before. She is challenging him through her demeanour, telling him he will not get her. And he comes forward, trying to catch her arm but she is fast on her feet and moves away very quickly.

OK, that's how she wants to play. He moves forwards her with the goal of making her retreat to a corner in order to catch her. As he moves forwards, she moves backwards up to when she touches the wall. At the point, he jumps on her, uses his feet to make her fall down and straddles her to prevent her escaping. She is using all her force to try to dislodge him but Stephan is too heavy for her. She pushes his legs away but is also unsuccessful. While she does that, he grabs his rope and wraps it around one of her wrists. Once done, he stands up, still holding the rope and grabs the front of her shirt to get her to stand up. She stands up but tries to free her bound wrist. He grabs her free arm sharply, twists it behind her back and pushes her to the wall, actually pinning her. He binds her second wrist and then grabs her hair sharply. Both him and her are breathing very heavily, both because of the physical exchange that just happened but also because of the connective energy they are sharing.

Once they've got their breath back, he wraps the rope above her arms and around her body so that she feels more restrained and thus more defeated. But defeated she is not as she is trying to free herself from her wrists bonds by twisting and pulling and twisting some more. The rope is getting looser. Stephan notices what happens and uses what he has left as rope length to wrap it around her wrists, tighter this time and with more knots.

He grabs her hair again to make her move to the other side of the room where his ropes and toys are. He makes her kneels, sit down and then lie down. She has no chance of getting free now. He blindfolds & gags her. He is now free to tie her legs very tightly, not taking any chances. She is now completely subdued and cannot do anything anymore. He has full control of her and can now go to the fun part...

To follow...

Me and my Master

I am a mum and I am a slave to my Master who lives in Oxford. I live in London and once a month, he stays at a local hostel and I serve him during school hours for a week. This is an arrangement that has worked so far for us and it keeps us happy.

And today is the first day he is back here. We always get the same room which I prepare according to his wishes. It is now ready and I am waiting for him to arrive. Actually, he's here as he knocks on the door. I open it and kneel by the side of the door, not looking at him and waiting for him to tell me to get up. I can see him closing the door, removing his shoes and his socks and is putting his suitcase on the bed.

"Up." That's my cue to get up and get started putting his cloth in the wardrobe, the toys inside the bedside table and the suitcase by the window. While I do that, he answers a few emails on his ipad. He travels around the world for his work and he is having a week off, which he is spending with me, his slave.

As I have finished my work, I go to sit on the floor by his side and wait for him to use me.

He stands up.

"Remove your cloths and get your collar, slut."

I will never let anyone call me slut, apart from him as he is my Master and he can do what he wants with me. He knows what I will not accept and has never crossed my original boundaries. He used to be my Dom but is now my Master.

He puts the collar on, the leash on and he asks me to service him which I promptly do, taking his cock in my mouth and sucking it slowly, using my tongue around his shaft and my teeth to add some pressure. He knows I hate it when he comes in my mouth so he rarely does it. It looks like today is one day when I have to take it all. I gag when he comes, God I hate this.

"Good slut. Go to the bathroom and stay there. I'm coming."

And he comes totally undressed and holds his leather belt in one of his hand and a pair of handcuffs on the other. He puts the handcuffs on me, arms behind my back, push me towards the wall and pulls my hair very sharply, pulling my head backward. "I am going to use you my slut. I am going to fuck you so hard today that it is going to be so good."

I just love it when he speaks to me like this. I feel like I am his thing, his fucktoy. It may sound shocking coming from me but this is what I enjoy in a relationship like this, having no rights and being reduced to a thing. Outside our relationship, I am a very strong and powerful woman. But here I am humiliated, objectified and it feels so good. That way, I get to experience all my darkest fantasies without any guilt and I trust my Master to keep me safe both mentally and physically.

He starts by flogging my bum with his belt. This is a very hard sensation and I always struggle to take what he wants me to take but take I do. Once he's done the bum, he does the shoulders. And then alternate between both. They are both on fire at this stage. He grabs my hair, pulls my head back and leads me back to the bedroom, pushing me on the bed and making me kneel on the floor.

He grabs a condom, puts it on, grabs a bottle of lube and puts lots of it on his protected cock. He then goes straight for my ass, which he pounds over and over again. Once satisfied, he removes the condom but put another one on straight away and goes for my cunt this time. Master has a very healthy sexual appetite, to say the least. And he goes on and on and on. But he doesn't let me orgasm. He's had 3 already but I am yet to have one. I see him getting 2 plugs, lubes them and put one in my ass and one in my cunt. Looks like I am not having any. Oh no...

"You've been a good slut. I'm keeping some for later. Come and sit next to me while I finish my work."

So here I am, cuffed, plugged and sitting by my Master and happy to be of service. This is the time when nothing else matters, I don't have problems, I don't have issues, I am just a thing and I am happy to be a thing.

Potential Dom kidnap potential sub - final morning before taking the plunge

Potential Dom woke up before potential sub as he doesn't need much sleep. 5 hours is all he needs. ps needs way way more, like 9 hours.

This means that PD had plenty of time to set up the stage for their next adventure. When he woke up, he removed the handcuffs off ps as her wrists need the rest for a little while before they get bound again.

Today, both of them will be in the garden. As said before, there are no neighbours around so they have full privacy apart from the odd rambler.

ps is stirring, looks like she's waking up.

Good morning girl

Good morning Sir

Did you sleep well?

Yes but I am hurting everywhere and I'm hungry.

That's fine, let's have a breakfast.

Which they do. Once resplenished, he doesn't lose one minute and grabs her arm to take her to the garden. Can I remind you that she is totally naked?

Sir, what are you doing?

Oh my sweet girl, I have a plan for you.

As he says that, she sees the pile of rope next to a tree.

I am going to tie you up to that tree and you are going to stay there while I enjoy the sunshine and read my book.

And that he does but he doesn't stop there. He blindfolds her and gags her with duct tape. He sits next to her and starts reading.

1 hour passes, 2 hours pass. Once he's happy with the time elapsed, he unties her but leaves the blindfold and the gag on. He reties her hand and uses the rest of the rope as a leash to pull her back into the house. They cross the living room again, go up the stairs and reach the punishment room.

He makes her sit on the floor and attaches the leash to one of the loops on the floor so that she cannot go anywhere.

While she sits there, he gets his instruments ready. This time he doesn't plan on doing impact play but mostly to make her mad with frustration as he is going to make her wet through anticipation and gentle stimulation.

Once he's ready, he gets her, make her sit on the spanking bench as it is nice and comfortable.

He takes a feather and makes it go up her body from the feet to her face via her inside leg but not going near her nether regions, oh no. He does the same using the tip of a cane drawing a huge line across her body, this time going up one side and going down the other side. She is already very excited. He does the feather bit again and then the cane bit again.

At last, he uses his hands and follows the same path of the cane without going to the goal area. Once done, he places his full palm on top of her sex and squeezes it. She moans. She is really wet at that point. He doesn't relax his hold on her sex. While he does that, he says to her that:

This belongs to me. All of you belong to me. You are mine now. Mine to do as I wish. Mine to use as I wish. I will look after you but I will also push you, test you, challenge you, hurt you but I will never harm you.

As he finishes saying this, he puts 2 fingers in her vagina very quickly and very decisively. And he goes to work to make her come, and that she does really fast and really hard.

And he carries on with a glass dildo which he inserts up her arse and goes again with his fingers and forces another orgasm from her, more powerful, more body shattering than the previous one.

And the apotheose, living the dildo in, he takes her, puts her on the floor, face up, straddle her and goes in, nicely and smoothly and she squirts all over him as he pounders her over and over again. She is totally spent by the last orgasm. She is totally gone.

He removes her blindfold and her gag and holds her in his arm as he puts a blanket above her. And they lay there like this for a while more.

girl, you are now my submissive, I will look after you, I will not abandon you in your hour of need. I will be there for you when you need me. I had a great time during our kidnapping scenario, way better than what I had expected it to be. I am so grateful to have met you and for you to have agreed to this. You are one brave woman. Thank you.

No thank you Sir, I can't think straight but I have enjoyed all of it and want to do that again. I want you to be my Dom and I will do my upmost to make sure that I deserve you. Thank you.

And they sleep a bit.

Unfortunately, real life needs to rear its ugly head. They get ready, close the house, get into the car and he takes her back to the picking point, giving her back her freedom for the moment. She is now his and he is hers. girl/Sir, that's who they are now.

Potential Dom kidnaps potential sub - Part II

Now that ps is cuffed, he attach a leash to the cuffs and pulls her away from the stairs, into the living room. There is a big sofa and an armchair with loops on it. He motions her to sit on the armchair, gets the rope that was conveniently laid on the floor and attaches her feet to the loops on each side of the chair and gets a padlock to wind the leash on a loop behind her, just over her head. He has full access to her nether regions and her breasts.

Let the fun begin then!

He grabs a bullet vibrator and inserts it in her vagina. That will get her nicely wet fairly quickly. While doing that, she does everything she can to struggle but she has not a chance in hell to escape. She is very much stuck and under his control.

He kneels in front of her and starts kissing the inside of her legs from her ankle, going over the knees and up her tights to just before her nether regions.  He does the same thing on the other leg. While doing that, he does not touch her, he only kisses her. She is getting really really really excited, very fast actually. He can see that she is getting wetter by the minute. But he has more in store for her.

He carries on kissing her, now on her tummy, making zigzag shapes along the way and then reaches her breasts. He puts a nipple inside and starts sucking. She is getting really wild at that point as she was already denied earlier on. And he goes on while not touching her. He moves to the opposite nipple and carries on sucking it, eliciting more pleasure from her and for him. It is torturing her.

He enjoys doing this to her and she enjoys being used that way, this is her submitting to his will.

He removes the bullet vibrator from her and insert a dildo that he doesn't turn on. That way, she can feel full but not get the release she craves. He puts the bullet vibrator just above it, along her slit and holds it there by putting rope around her.

Please Sir, I cannot hold anymore, this is too much, I need you inside Sir. Pleaaaase.

No girl, this is too soon, you are not yet ready.

Please Sir, this is too much, I want it too much. Please....

No girl, just a little be more, can you do that for me?

Please Sir, I am begging you, this is too much, please...

All right girl, you have been really good though you have disobeyed me upstairs. I had set you up so I can not punish you in good faith. You have done really well.

On this, he removes the rope, the vibrator, the dildo and undoes the ropes on her legs leaving the handcuffs and leash where they are.

He climbs on the armchair above her and starts straddling her. He penetrates her and ...

Once over, the chair is very very wet from her squirting as she was denied for a long time. But they are both very very happy. He removes the leash from the loop and pulls her away from the chair and into the sofa where he had prepared the pillows and the blanket. He gets her to lie down on the sofa, removes the leash, turns off the light and joins her for a good night sleep.

They still have a morning together in their kidnapping scenario. Now... what has he got planned?

I want love and I want rope and I want sex

Love
Rope
Sex

This is what I want. This is what I need.

If you can do with my rope obsession and my sex obsession and my love obsession, then we are on the right track.

I am a very passionate person and everything is expressed as it is felt, through my heart.
I am taking a lot in a relationship but I am also giving a lot from me.

I am like a chameleon, my colours change following who I am with.
If you manage to unlock the primal me, this is who you get.
If you manage to unlock the brat me, this is who you get.
If you only manage to unlock the me, this is only who you will get.

I am submissive, I am primal, I am a brat, I am vanilla.
I am passion, I am feelings, I am ideas.

I am all these things. Come and discover me.

Thank you all

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Autopsy of a D/s relationship

In life you make connections with people. Some connections are meaningful, some are not. Among the meaningful connections, some change your life in a way that makes you totally unrecognisable so much so that you end up a different person.

I have met such a person in my first Dom.

We only started as friends, then as a rigging partnership and moved on to a D/s.

He had such a profound influence on me because he was the person who introduced me to the physical world of BDSM, to the world of Rope and then the world of D/s. I have made my first steps in the BDSM world holding his hand. As all this was happening, I was in a very bad stage in my divorce, being called names and being generally mentally abused but he has been by my side, supporting me when I needed it.

Also, I felt a mind connection with him in the sense that he understood me and I understood him. We could talk about anything and everything and have a lot of fun, including his pet subject Les Miserables.

He’s someone I am going to miss a lot but that I cannot afford keeping around me for my sanity. Our connection was far too strong, far too deep (at least on my side). It has been short (a few months) but it changed me completely.

Before him, I didn’t know who I was bdsm-wise, though I had an inkling. Now I know. Before him, I was full of insecurities. I am much less so. Before him I wasn’t writing. Now I do. He’s not responsible for all these changes. I have made those changes. But he has been a guide, a presence pushing me in the right direction.

Now someone new is going to take his place, someone new will influence on the direction my life will take, how I will evolve as a person. That someone new might already be on my radar or is there somewhere. I am ready for that person. I will give him all of me, my body and soul. I will submit to him like I have done with my first Dom, maybe more so. And I will be on a new journey and writing a new story.

Potential Dom kidnaps potential sub - Part I

Today is the day when prospective Dom kidnaps prospective sub. They can't wait to be really together so prospective Dom (PD for short) is kidnapping propective sub (ps) to give her an experience she will never forget.

Everyone knows she'll be away for the day and NOT to disturb her under any circumstances.

They are meeting in a very quiet cul-de-sac area in order not to raise any suspicions. He's with his car, she's with... well with nothing.

For authenticity, she gives him her bag that he puts under the front passenger sit and they get started.

He's got a roll of duct tape in his hands which he puts on top of the car and grabs her arms, twisting them behind her back. He pushes her against the car, grabs the duct tape and binds her hands. He then tape her mouth and her eyes. He opens the back door and pushes her on the car floor. He then tapes her ankles and her knees. He covers her with a grey blanket and closes the door.

They are all set to go to their kidnapping adventure. PD has a country house on the South Coast which is not overlooked by miles. It is the perfect location for what he has planned.

After driving for an hour, they arrive at their destination. He opens the door, removes the blanket, frees her ankles & her knees and pulls her out of the car. If she were petite and slim, he would just carry her on her shoulder but potential sub is more … substantial shall we say, therefore she has to walk. He closes the door and make her walk along the path, making sure that she doesn’t trip over anything since she cannot see anything.

They go inside the house, straight across the living room, up the stairs, down the corridor into the room that he has baptised The Punishment Room. Basically, this is the room where all the fun happens. He removes her bounds and make her sit on the chair. He only removes the duct tape on the eyes but leaves the one over the mouth. We wouldn’t want ps to scream, that wouldn’t do. Even though we don’t have any neighbours for miles around, a rarity in the south country, still a naked wanderer might decide to pop in in the area and could hear her screams. (Oh I remember, he’s in jail in Scotland, no chance of seeing him down south then).

The room is partially furnished as it is still in construction but there is sufficient equipment for what he has in mind. As she had her arms taped behind her back for a long time, he has to tie her hands up front but as he was going to turn around to get started, she darts out of the room to try to escape. What she hasn’t thought of is that he has locked it from the inside and he has the key on him. Tttttt. Oh dear oh dear, ps trying to escape, oh dear oh dear. He gets to her very quickly and grabs her hands behind her back and ties her hands very very tightly as a punishment for her escape bid. He then takes her to the spanking bench and put all the Velcro straps around her to ensure she does not move. Now he can have his fun with her.

He had asked her prior to the kidnapping to wear a dress with some very high end underwear and tights. He lifts the dress up and pulls down both the tights and the pants, thus revealing her bottom prime for some colouring.

He remembers from one of their conversation that her favourite impact plays were spanking and flogging. He thus selects a very mean looking flogger, especially to punish her for her escape bid. He starts by warming her buttock with some very light hand slaps, gradually increasing the intensity and the frequency. Once satisfied that her cheek were warm and pink enough, he moves to the flogger which he starts using slowly and gently but is increasing both in impact and speed. She is definitely a lot warmer and her clit is definitely getting a lot wetter. She likes that. Well, we’d better continue then. He puts in finger in her slit to feel her and he can hear her moan. Yes, we are definitely doing well here. But she is being punished so we’re going to leave her waiting like this.

He thus takes a book lying on the table and sits next to her and start reading silently. She looks startled as she didn’t expect this. What is he doing? She wants more, so much more. She is very very excited and she definitely needs release. She can’t move so she can’t do anything to alleviate the frustration that she is feeling. She can’t even talk to him as she is gagged! But she can still do “mmmmmmm” “mmmmmmm” “mmmmmm” and that she does a lot.

He thus asks her what she wants, not removing the gag of course. “mmmmmm” “mmmmmmm” “mmmmm”. What darling, I don’t understand what you are saying. “mmmmmmmm” “mmmmmmmm” You want me to play with you, is that what you want? “mmmmm” Let me see. He goes to check her pussy and it is way way more ready than 5 minutes ago, way more wet too and oh so inviting. (They had agreed prior to having sexual intercourse if the opportunity arised) She is totally tethered and cannot do anything. He’s having pity of her and removes the gag.

You want sex, do you?

Yes please please Sir

I don’t know if you deserve it my dear, you have tried to escape…

Please please Sir, I will be a good prisoner from now on, please Sir, can we do it Sir?

I really don’t know. Let me think for a minute.

And thus he takes his book again, sit on the chair and resumes his reading. You can hear her frustration growing by the minute.

Please oh please Sir, can you give me release? You got me edging for a week now without any release and I am so so so needy. Please Sir.

But her pleas are falling on deaf ears as he has a plan for her, except that she doesn’t know it. Basically, he will make her wait a bit more today, well a lot more today. Thus he lets her plead and plead some more and just ignores her. He’s reading his book, well half reading as he is totally enjoying the denial torture he’s giving her. The more she is denied, the more she’s ready, that’s the beauty of it. Once she realised that she is not going to get anything, she stopped begging and went completely silent and calm. She realised that she’s not going to change anything and that she would have to go through whatever he had planned for her.

As she was calm, he decided to move on to the next stage. He removes all the straps from the spanking bench and unties her. He holds her arm very tightly and takes her to the bathroom, instructing her to have a shower and then to wait by the entrance naked. She has 5 minutes, no more, to complete her task. She showers and waits as instructed. He’s nowhere to be seen. She’s tempted to try escaping again but she’s afraid that he may make her pay afterwards with more denial. Escape, no escape. Escape, no escape. Oh hell, escape. As he’s nowhere to be seen (actually, he’s waiting for her down the stairs, hidden with handcuffs on the ready), she walks slowly, without making noise and makes her way down the stairs. She’s clever but she doesn’t know that she has found her match as, as soon as she puts her foot down the last step, he cuffs her right wrist and grabs her left wrist to cuff it too, so fast that she doesn’t have a chance to fight against it.

Annabella & Hector: Steel play

At last, 7pm. I sent the kid to his dad and got the flat for me for the whole night. Hector is coming. I have followed his instructions to the letter: dress up in white lacy underwear, collar on, leash ready by the door, all the toys laid out on the bed in pain level ascending order (my order as in my choice of the instrument used for warm up, standard practice and the one to push the limits) and all the restraint means: rope, handcuffs and individual steel cuffs. Both Hector and I are starting to accumulate a nice collection of toys.

Anyway, the bell rings.

Good evening Annabella, you look gorgeous like this.

Thank you Hector, you look pretty dashing in your suit. Here is my leash.

And I present him my leash in a silver plate, for him to attach to my collar and thus to claim me for the evening. This is a gesture that completely reinforces my submission to him. If he were to refuse doing it, I would feel completely at loss, bereft, rejected. It would be a very strong gesture carrying heavy meaning. He has never done so. He knows how I feel about it so he always asks that I have it ready for as soon as he comes in.

He pulls me towards the kitchen table and we both sit. We discuss what we did during the weekend and our plans for the week ahead. Once we reconnected, we're ready to play. He thus sends me to the bedroom to wait for him. I am to wait by the corner, my back turned so that I cannot see what he is going to do.

I hear him coming and pick up something from the bed. He comes to me and blindfolds me. He grabs my wrist sharply and I can feel the handcuffs being put on. When I feel the handcuffs, my automatic reaction is to fight against him to grab my other wrist. So I struggle and hide my hand as much as I can. He tries to grab my arm with his free hand as he's holding the cuffs with the other. I am holding onto my freedom as much as I possibly can. If he wants my hand he'll have to work for it! And work he does as I am not giving it. He slaps my bottom really hard to make me startle and uses my surprise to cuff me. My hands are behind my back and there is no way I can now escape. But my struggle was fun. I so like doing that and he so hates it.

He grabs my arm and pulls me sharply toward the bed. I think I may regret my fun very shortly as he pulls down my pants and starts pounding my cheeks with his hands without any warm-up. OK, he's in his moods! I'll just have to take it.

Annabella, you have been a naughty girl and your bum is now a beautiful sight. As I can't see anything, I'd have to take his word for it. He makes me sit on the bed and goes away. Next thing I know, my legs are shacked. It looks like steel is the theme this evening.

Next thing I know, I have a steel chain going across my body above and below my chest and I can here the padlock closing.

The sensations you get from steel is way different to rope, much harsher, colder and so unforgiving. I can feel the chain biting my skin, restricting me, pulling me into my submissive headspace. I don't feel like struggling anymore but I feel like lying down and enjoy these sensations, these feelings.

Hector, being so in tune with me understood what I wanted and helps me lie down on the bed. He lies next to me and holds me tight. I have a feeling he's after an easy evening. He knows that when I am restrained that way, I just go in my headspace and relax. So his plan worked in the end.

And we lay like this, doing nothing, enjoying each other's company, me physically controlled, him controlling me and owning me.

When you lose something that was meaningful to you,

this is what you go through:

1.Denial
2.Anger
3.Bargaining
4.Depression
5.Acceptance

I think I am now at 5. acceptance with regards to the breakup of my relationship. Cutting bridges was what I needed to do.

What I am really sad about is that it is at a cost of a great friendship, someone I felt so close, who could understand me and me him. Maybe we can rekindle it in the future when this is over but I have to think that it is permanently gone to move on, so I do.

I have to be selfish as I was recently reminded and I have to make sure I am OK. I don't want to shed any more tears. I have cried enough for my husband and for my ex-Dom. This is it. It stops here and it stops now.

I am tired but I will be OK.

Senses

Smell
Touch
Sight
Hearing
Taste

These are our senses.

When I play, I don't like seeing. Seeing makes me analyse information and thus it is the brain that leads the game.

Hearing is a bit of a difficulty as I have a hearing problem (wearing hearing aids).

Taste doesn't come into play, at least my play.

Therefore that leaves 2 senses that are essential to me and will make or break a great play date: smell and touch.

I am very in tune with these 2 senses and they are what I mainly use during play.

SMELL

I need to smell the masculinity of my play partner: maybe his after-shave, or his Eau de Cologne or just his own sent. If a playmate puts his arm next to my face, I will smell it and will try to register it to put in my smell database. It is a very small database but it contains the smells that have influenced my life: my dad, my first husband, my first Dom, my playmates (very few of them). I pretty much wouldn't be able to recognise the first two any more as they haven't been that close to me for a little while now. But I would certainly recognise my first Dom's. I am looking forward to increasing my smell knowledge with my new playmates and see how I can remember them (please don't get offended if you read this, you smell good, I promise).

TOUCH

This is the most important sense that I use, either it is me who is touching or I am touched. But gentle touch is not what I like. I like rough touch, strong touch, viril touch, hurting touch, marking touch. This is what I like. Gentleness is not for me. For me to having this sense heightened, I need to be made blind. The loss of sight enables me to focus on what I feel, the texture of what I feel, the pain of what I feel. I can be touched by hands or I can be touched by ropes or even by a flogger.

If you play with me, you will notice that hands are extremely important to me. This is how you will communicate with me, with your hands. Your hands are how you will control me and thus how I will end up feeling/behaving. Hands are so important to me that it is the reason why I could not go back to just rope play when my first Dom & I broke up because his hands held too much meanings to me.


Because I rely mainly on these 2 senses when I play, this is the reason why how you look like is a bit irrelevant to me. How you play is what is important and how we connect. Your hands are what will create a connection to me, not your face, not your voice, your hands. Look after them. They are very valuable.

A man and a woman

The setting: a laird
The protagonists: a man and a woman

No words are needed in this play. They only need to communicate via their senses and their connective energy.

Both protagonists are naked and ready to play. The man takes the woman's hand and tugs it sharply so that he can then hold her very tightly. While having her in his hold, she struggles very hard to get free. But he doesn't let her go. Instead, he grabs her arm and twists it behind her back in order to control her. He grabs his rope and uncoils it. He then wraps it around the wrist of the arm he has twisted behind her back. As he has her wrist bound, he puts his arm around her chest to hold her and passes the rope above her shoulder, across the chest and then gets it back at the bound wrist where he makes a first knot just above it.

He then grabs her second wrist very sharply to bind it the same way and he repeats what he has done before.

He then passes the rope twice above her breasts and twice below, making knots along the way to secure the rope and thus to secure her.

As he has a lot of rope remaining, he uses the remainder to cover her eyes and her mouth.

She has nowhere to go, nothing to see, nothing to fight for...

Except that she is struggling still despite being tightly bound. She tries to break free, both from her bonds and from his hands. He doesn't let her go.

Instead, he grabs a carabineer which he attaches to the complex structure showing on her back and , still holding her, grabs a new rope, passes it through a ring on the ceiling and back inside the carabineer. He does this three or four times and then wraps the rope on itself to strengthen the link.

She is thus unable to escape. She can only move up to what the rope attached to the ceiling will let her to.

She is now his to play with.

And he starts by grabbing her hair violently in order to smell her neck and bite her ear lobe. She moans. While keeping her head pulled, he grabs her left breast and squeezes it as much as he can. She emits a gasp. He doesn't let go of the breast, not reduces the pressure intensity. Even though she is bound, she tries to move to free both her breast and her hair but she cannot as both holds are actually carefully thought of to keep her where she is. She cannot move.

He grabs another rope and attach it on one of her ankles. He then pull the rope through a loop anchored in the floor on the side of where she is. Her foot is no longer on the floor. He does the same on the other ankle and she is effectively suspended.

She has no purchase anywhere to struggle and she cannot see anything. Her only option is now to surrender to what awaits her and to him.

He grabs a flogger and starts on her bottom and her shoulder. After a while, he changes to a different flogger, with thicker strands and resume what he was doing.

Her skin is now going to a light red colour. He stops and leave her there, hanging.

He grabs a single tail whip and resumes marking her bottom and her shoulders. She enjoys pain even though she feels like screaming. It brings her relief of all the aggravations she gets from her man. She also becomes a much stronger person, being able to overcome this level of pain. She uses this as a way to overcome anything coming her way.

He feels she had enough and unties her, including the rope blindfold & gag. As she is free, she goes back to struggling free as it is beyond her, she needs to have this struggle. He pins her on the floor even though her back is hurting but she manages to bring her knees up and thus pushes him away. He grabs her legs and sit on them while he grabs her hands in one of his and grabs a rope in the other. They are both breathing rapidly and are very much in tune to what is happening here. He thus ties her hands again and keeps the rest of the rope in his.

She is his prisoner to do as he wishes. She made herself be his prisoner of her own free will. He doesn't yet control her but he is on his way.

He grabs her bound wrists and bring her to him so that he can hold her and never let her go.

She is his. But most importantly he is hers.

I am primal & a brat

Following up to http://marialdnfl.blogspot.co.uk/2015/04/primal-orand-submissive-19032015.html, I have had confirmation that I am truly primal.

For those Doms considering me as their sub, here is a manual of how I function:

I am a BRAT. So I will challenge you. I won't do it on purpose. This is me pushing you to take control of me, both physically and emotionally. 

When we play, I will do my utmost to escape. I will do so, trust me on that. And I will fight you. You will have a lot of trouble restraining me. It will be tiring. You will need a lot of stamina to cope with me. It is going to be rough play. Truly rough play. Both of us will get a physical workout. But it will be a great workout.

You will get my animal energy in return. You will get to have the satisfaction of having gotten over me if you succeed in claiming my submission. My submission will have that little bit more excitement because you will have to go and get it. I will not give it to you freely.  This is the moment you will need to be dominant, in the most basic / animalistic way. And we will have that great connection that is totally unforgettable if you get through to me.  

If this seems too much for you, then it may be better you look for someone else. 

While waiting for my interview, I ponder

on things that have been, may have been, should have been and will no longer be.

In my loneliness, I am not doing too bad. My situation is not desperate financially, emotionally and physically.

I am blessed to have lived something that a lot of people will never ever experience in their lives. I am sure someone out there is for me and I will renew this "spiritual connection".

If you have got it, cherish it, protect it, fight for it, don't give it up if it can be salvaged. If things start to go pear-shaped, start talking, don't let it go to be a bigger problem, find solutions, maybe time apart but be honest, be clear and COMMUNICATE. Say what it is that bothers you, don't keep it inside. You owe it to yourself and you owe it to your partner.

Life is a constant battle. You have to fight to retain what is good for you but you have to let go when it is no longer. We are only here for a moment so we have to make the most of it.

Now I wonder on the might have been & could have been & think of wasted chances and open wounds that will stay there. I am moving on but these will remain only because we were no longer aligned. For one, we may never have been aligned, for the other, life got in the way.

I walk now in a straight line, facing forward and in constant movement. I hope someone will connect with me along the way and join our journeys.

How is that for things that may be?

Kidnapping - Part II

Actually, we didn't get far as they took me to the room next door, a much bigger room but way way way more terrifying as it contained instruments to inflict pain and contraptions to immobilise.  I am way way beyond afraid, I am terrified.

I am given another letter.

You were warned not to speak. Your punishment is to be restrained on the rectangular tubes on the floor for the next 2 hours. You will regularly be whipped, flogged, pinched and pissed on. Once this is over, you will not be allowed to shower nor change your cloths. Do you understand? Move your head up and down if you do. 

You are NOT allowed to speak, any further disobedience will be met with a harsher punishment. 

Hand over the letter to the wardens and they will start.

And start they do, they grab me to take me to the tubes which have leather cuffs linked by a chain on each corner. They make me lie down and attach each of the cuffs on. I am fully stretched like a cross.

And they leave me like this, alone in the room as they exit it and lock the door. I am terrified. I don't want to have these things done to me. I don't want to be pissed on either. I'd better not say anything as I don't want to get more than what I am getting. I just wished that they would get on with it. This is going to so hurt. I certainly don't want to be pissed on. 

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I have been here for a while now.  I don't know how long has passed but they haven't come back to inflict the punishment on me. I am so worried that it is now making me sick. I want to go home. I don't want to be here.

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I hear the door open. This is it then. They detach me from the tubes and help me up again forcefully. We exit the room and go back to the first room. They give me a new letter.

You now had some thinking time. Next time the full punishment will be implemented. Your dinner is ready. I suggest you eat quickly as your hands will be behind your back for the night, starting in 15 minutes. Do what you need to do and do it now. The wardens will remain in the room while you get ready.

15 minutes to eat, drink, take a piss, this is so not what we had agreed. How am I to piss with them looking?

God, I must hurry.

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Must be times up as they are removing everything, I mean everything from the room. As in the letter, they attach the shackles with my hands behind my back and have arranged for the chain not to be long enough for me to lie down. How am I going to sleep?

Terrified as I am, I am not sure I'll be able to sleep anyway. I am to have one more day of this? What did I do? It was supposed to be a fantasy kidnapping, not a horror movie.  I had checked the company carefully, taken references and I was assured that I would be looked after but not like this. I certainly did not ask for this. My body is hurting everywhere. I want to move the hair from my face and I can't. The shackles are chaffing on my skin and it is getting really painful. I will never dream about being kidnapped after this experience, this is a certainty.  I am starting to feel sleepy so I'll try to rest for now.

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The wardens are coming back once she is asleep and carry her into a different room and put her in a bed. There is a breakfast laid out for her when she wakes up and another letter.

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How did I get here, in the bed? The last time I remember, I was in the cell. Oh breakfast, and a letter.

I trust you have slept well. you have survived the first day. I suggest that you have a good breakfast as you will be taken to a prison cell to spend the rest of the day. You are still not allowed to speak but you are also not allowed to see anything for the whole of the day. Once you have finished your breakfast, ring the bell and put the blindfold on. The blindfold will have to remain on for the duration of the day. If you need assistance, raise your hand and someone will come to you. You will have authorisation to speak to that person only and for only to ask 1 question or make 1 statement. You are only allowed 2 visits during the remaining of your stay, use them wisely.

I thus eat my breakfast, ring the bell and put the blindfold on. Shortly afterwards, I hear footsteps and feel the usual hands on me lifting me up and off we go. This time, we seem to be going outside as I feel the fresh air on my skin. We walk for a little up to when we stop. I can hear a squeeky sound like a prison door and we come in. The smell is very damp and the air is very old. We go down some stairs and reach a new room I believe. They sit me down and then leave. I hear a heavy door close behind me and the locking mechanism. I am alone again. Only this time, I can't see and I am not allowed to see. This is a nightmare. I have to see where I am so I remove the blindfold. I am in a prison cell. But across my room is a table and a chair and someone is seated there, hooded. Oh God, he saw that I saw him. Oh no, oh no what did I do?

He's standing up, grabbing a pair of handcuffs and a whip and is walking towards me. Oh no no no. Please don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me. He opens the door and grabs my hand, cuffs it and pass the other cuff through one of the steel bars, grabs my other hand and cuffs it. I am cuffed to the door and cannot escape. 

He stands behind me and gets ready. God, what did I do? And he whips me, hard. So painful, please stop. I won't remove the blindfold again, please please stop. And he carries on, whipping me. He doesn't stop. I am in so much pain, I am crying, I don't want this anymore. I want to leave, I don't want this. 

He stops and leaves the cell, leaving me cuffed to the steel bar and in pain. 

I can see him writing another letter which he hands me after finishing.

You were told not to remove your blindfold and you have yet again disobeyed. You will therefore stay with us an extra day. You will remain cuffed like this until I say otherwise and I will put back the blindfold on. Nod to say that you have understood.

I nod and then I am in darkness again. 

What did I do to deserve this? Why are they doing this to me? What did I do to them? I don't want to stay here an extra day. I want to leave.  I want to leave. I didn't sign for this nightmare. I signed for a fantasy, not a nightmare. 

I was given 2 opportunities to ask a question, I think I will use my first one. As much as I can, I lift my hand and keep it up. 

Yes, you may speak. 

It is the first time I hear a voice since my kidnap, this feels so strange.

I would like to leave and be returned home. 

I am afraid this is not possible as you have signed your body to us to use as we please and you have agreed to be punished when committing infractions. What you didn't think of when signing our contract was the fact that once you are with us, we will never let you go. You will remain with us until we say otherwise. We own you, body and soul. You are a prisoner and you will need to understand that you will never ever be free again.
You are no longer allowed to speak, nor will you hear my voice again and we will do whatever we want with you.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO