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She was a young woman who came to me unbidden, asking for only a few minutes of my time. She was dressed very simply in flowing white, yet was carefully prepared to show herself at her best. She was very lovely, but her youth was especially attractive to me, for she could have been my youngest daughter.
There was no chair for her to sit before me, and this disconcerted her. I motioned for her to sit on the cushions at my feet. Then she smiled at me and did as I bade.
She spoke to me very directly in a low and melodious voice. "Thank you for seeing me, sir. I have come to you to learn of the Way of Submission. I have been told you are a Master of great wisdom, and I wish to learn the truth. I understand that you are now retired, but truly I need your help, and I beg for your indulgence, kind sir." She looked up at me, her face shining with hope.
"It is true that I no longer teach," I replied. "I have left the bustle of the world behind, and these days I often sit alone in contemplation and remember the past."
"Please, sir, help me!" she begged. "I gladly will pay you very well. You only need ask and anything that I can provide will be yours."
"What is it that you wish to learn?" I asked, intrigued. "Do you wish to become a slave or to create one?" My directness seemed to disturb her, for I could see she was struggling to reply.
"Ahh!" I continued. "Does the word 'slave' disturb you? I know it is not a 'nice' word in these times, and yet slavery has been part of human society from its very roots. Today most slaves do not acknowledge their bondage they call themselves free yet they are enslaved by one means or other. Many are slaves to their work. Of course, our governments also deceive us and try to hold us in its bondage as well. These are accepted as normal, but none dare label them truthfully as the bondage they are."
She was silent, and I continued, "Do you wish to hear of the history of slavery in human society? Or of the day-to-day slavery of life in our times? Or, perhaps, the slavery in which some mating couples bind themselves together?" I could sense her desire by her subtle movements while I spoke, but she needed to acknowledge it out loud. I quitely waited.
"Yes, please, tell me of mate slavery," finally came her very soft reply.
I smiled at her."The 'mate-slave' is someone who has willingly taken a vow of submission and obedience to their mate. Their slavery is not coerced, nor are they held forcibly by an oppressive social or legal system. Indeed, the world around them guarantees their freedom to turn away from their mate and seek another life -- and yet they choose to live in a private world in which they are truly a slave to their mate."
She settled herself and listened very attentively as I spoke. Then I gently asked her, "Have you felt the urge to experience the submissiveness of your female nature? Or, perhaps your mate has asked for your submission?"
She raised her eyes to mine and answered calmly. "I am not a slave by nature, but I have thought about it recently. My last lover asked me to fully submit to him. I did not. I felt threatened by what he said, so I rejected and ridiculed him. He left me vowing that he would never speak to me again. I soon came to regret my hasty words. I have tried to reach him, but he will not answer me. My love is much stronger than I realized then, and I cannot forget him. I know it is too late for me to win him back unless I can do as he wishes and yet I am afraid that I cannot. I need to learn more about what he wanted from me. I need your guidance to help me decide what to do."
I smiled at her sadly for her pain and said, "All of us, Masters and slaves, rejoice in our hearts with those who join us, and ache for the loss and despair of those who have not found their way but need to. I hope my words will help you find your way."
I continued, "All relationships are different because all people are different, but underlying our individual differences we share many things. In mate-slavery both partners are reaching beyond ordinary social facades and striving to meet their needs through the other in a way 'normal' relationships cannot. Does this make mate-slavery better? Perhaps, but not necessarily. There is much potential power there, and if used wisely it can forge a bond of great strength between two people."
She asked with doubt clear in her voice, "You think being a slave can be better than just being a wife?"
I could hear the skepticism in her voice. I had to quash it now, firmly. "Yes. It can. Does being a slave make you in any way less than a 'normal' wife? Indeed not. Rather, we know that within you are far more. You have opened yourself to new possibilities. You have committed yourself to your mate with more confidence and enthusiasm. Your intensity and passion can fire your relationship far longer than a normal wife's. Few wives have a man with the power and passion that slaves do."
My speaking of passion caused a brief look of remorse and longing to pass across her face, but she remained silent, listening.
"Your lover's desire to fully posess you was not unusual. Many men desire this, and many women desire to be posessed as well, but still, few dare to bring it to reality. However, our sexuality and emotional needs are very complex, and there are many patterns and variations. For example, there are also men who desire to submit and emerse themselves in their love for a woman, and there are women who desire to possess men. All of these relationships can work given the right circumstances."
"Your reasons for submitting as a slave to your mate must be your own. Most slaves prefer to be the property of one Master, much as a wife literally belonged to her husband in ages past. For a few slaves, however, their adventurous spirit requires the pleasure and excitement of serving more than one Master. It does not matter which type you become, since all can find happiness in this world, and in turn bring happiness to their Masters. The most important thing for you is which lifestyle will bring happiness to you. Women usually find that by bringing more happiness to their men they in turn bring more happiness to their feminine souls."
Here she looked up at me with some fire."I pleased him in other ways, many other ways," she cried. "I shared with him. I compromised and tried to make plans with him. I was a good lover, too! I don't think I did fail him!"
"Then," I asked, " why did he ask you to submit to him? Didn't he want MORE from you? And then, in response, didn't you refuse and thus force him to leave you?"
Her mouth opened, but she had no words to say. She shook her head, in anger perhaps, and then two tears silently rolled down her cheeks.
Relentlessly, raising my voice, I went on, "How can a Master not value his slave's commitment? When he is fully involved with her slavery, he will ensure that she is given an opportunity to prove her love and dedication! Becoming a slave is not an end it is more aptly a new beginning."
I continued more quietly, "Nothing in life is without risks, but mate-slavery is especially rewarding in these days of separate incomes, easy divorces, and separate lifestyles. Slavery can bring a greater level of support and security to the woman, more rewards to the man, and a higher level of excitement to the relationship."
I repeated, "Nothing is without risks, but mate-slavery can bring great rewards if you risk it." She looked at me silently, her pretty face graven, perhaps now beginning to understand.
"You did not follow his lead towards enriching your relationship. So, yes, you did fail him."
I had thrown her worst fears back at her, and misery showed in her face.
"A mate-slave couple is indeed blessed. Of course, what I have said are idealizations, and we know the reality in our lives falls short of the ideals which guide it. Still, a woman living as a slave enjoys a rare opportunity. One which you have missed."
She stared at me, her face now a picture of grief. Such saddness in the face of one so young and pretty tore at my heart.
Very gently I said, "However, you believe you may have one last chance to reach your lover. Do you care enough to try for it? You must be very sure. Only if you are very sure will I instruct you in the Way of Submission."
She sat silently, gathering her courage perhaps. Then she spoke. "Yes, please," she said in a quiet voice. "I can see your great wisdom and the value of your guidance. I understand now that I can learn a great deal from you. And I am very, very sure. I want my lover back. Please, teach me."
"I will take no money, but you will pay by serving me here in the evenings. We will begin each lesson with study and discussion, but talk means little where the soul is concerned only actions count."
"You mean, Sir, " she whispered, "that I would have to serve as your slave?"
I nodded. "When I teach you about the Way of Submission, as a serious student you will become a slave-in-training. If you are receptive to the lessons there is no doubt that you would truly be enslaved by the end."
"Oh!" she said looking somewhat uncomfortable. "I know I'm certainly not ready to agree to being a slave now, and even more I'm not sure if I believe you. I don't think it would be very easy for me to become a slave, after all, I've been pretty independent my whole life."
I smiled. "Trust me, young lady. The potential indeed lies within you. I can see it myself. It only needs the proper nurturing and development. It will happen as I say if you are truly serious in your desire and conscientious in your study. You will be reborn as a lovely slave girl."
She was silent and stared down at the ground for a few moments, thinking, then she looked deeply into my eyes as she spoke,"If I become a 'slave-in-training' expecting that your training will enslave me, I require one promise from you." She looked at me expectantly.
I nodded. "State your request."
Her words tumbled out, "That I be given as a slave to the man I love."
I smiled at her. "Blessed are you, my dear. I would do that in any case. Then, we are agreed that you will enter my training?"
She nodded her head and whispered, "Yes, sir."
I found I was very pleased. I then gave her detailed instructions for her next visit and sent her on her way. I watched her leave, examining her body. She would make a very lovely slave.
Each day she would come to me, at the time and in the manner I specified. I would instruct her in the Way of Submission. Each day she would study and then would experience what I demanded for her training.
I turned to my book, 'The Way of Submission,' which I had spent so many years in writing, and I opened it to muse on its mysterious ways.
In the end, it would be as I said. There was no doubt that she would succumb to the yearnings of submission in her heart. Her longing for her lost lover was strong, and she understood that she could not bridge the barrier between them as a free woman, but after I had enslaved her she would be sent to him, and she would at last belong to him. She would make them both very happy.
I opened the book -- the book which I had written to capture the meaning of my life's work -- and began to read . . .
This book is
Sincerely Dedicated
to those
Special Women and Men
who have the
Courage, Imagination, and Devotion
to be our Slaves.
Glory in Your Power, my Master:
Each day I arise a Captive to You,
To be Whipped and Enslaved,
Your Servant and Your Slut:
still I Rejoice kneeling before You!
I promise I will bring You Pleasure:
Tonight, I'll drink in Your Love,
or feed the Fiery Whip's lust.
I'm here to Please You -- as You Will.
To Use me Well Today,
is to Tomorrow have no Regret,
for a well-used slave brings Pleasure,
and Keeps her a well-trained Pet.
First, the question must be asked.
You may approach your lover,
or your lover may approach you.
It does not matter how it began,
but -- there -- it now lies between you.
Passion can lead you to submission,
but only your soul can truly commit.
Your promise must be heart-felt:
"To you, Master, I will submit."
It is the truth that now binds the both of you.
"Yang" and "Yin" describes it all:
Master -- slave
masculine -- feminine
husband -- wife
leader -- supporter
dynamic -- stable
forceful -- receptive
aggressive -- submissive
commanding -- obedient
conscious thought -- subconscious desire
visible strength -- hidden resilience
electric -- earthy
shocking -- clinging
creative -- nurturing
projecting onto others -- taking into oneself
the courage to control -- the confidence to submit
He is your Master -- you are His slave
Yang and Yin together are One.
At first the words sound strange.
"Yes, Master!"
"May I?"
and "Please?" as you beg.
Even stranger still:
"I am a slave" and
"I belong to You."
Kneeling before your Master.
Speaking the words.
Waiting.
And all the while
your heart is thumping
wildly.
There are three kinds of slaves.
Which kind are you?
Born to it all,
"Natural Slaves" feel pleasure
belonging to their mate.
They serve in life with passion,
the most intense of all.
Taking their own direction,
"Evolved Slaves" find pleasure
choosing their mate.
They serve their mate with hope
and honor their possession.
Trapped by love and lover,
"Created Slaves" soon are begging
at the hands of their mate.
With firmness and handling,
they are kept captive.
These are the three kinds of slaves.
Which of them are you?
Can you discuss anything
always promising to love and obey?
Can you willingly make sacrifices
so your bondage will be strong?
Can you speak of your wellbeing
with the humbleness of need?
Can you sign your Slave Contract,
swearing in full faith?
Can you acknowledge gratitude
your Master's there?
"Yes," you firmly say.
Then blessed are you, slave,
for your journey
Indeed is well begun.
Your first and most precious
offering to your Master
is to give him,
as a slave,
you!
Thereafter, as time goes on,
he requires more offerings
to show your sincerity.
Thus step-by-step
your Master
enslaves
you!
Slaves kneel before their Masters
as a sign of honor and respect.
Doesn't this come to you naturally?
Doesn't this please you?
Even showing this simple obedience
can bring a slave pleasure.
Now imagine the pleasure of your Master
as he looks down upon you.
A slave's most intense feelings
are always revealed first
through submission:
Gratitude,
Pleasure,
Desire,
Pain.
Their presentation
is always the same:
Submission,
Revelation,
and then,
the Master's Benediction.
Does a slave truly desire
to prove submission?
How else to gain
the Master's benediction?
Your Master teaches you
to display your body
to learn openness,
yet true openness
can be learned
only in your
mind.
What can a slave
learn from this?
How can you open
yourself even more?
Would this please
your Master more?
Sexual slavery
is a test of your obedience
through your Master's sexuality.
However, sexuality is a natural desire
and slaves enjoy the highly erotic lifestyle.
Does he know if you became his slave
to enjoy the slavish lifestyle,
or for another reason?
You must tell him
of your secrets.
Slaves have
none
!
Your true gift to your Master
lies hidden within.
You must strive to give yourself to him
through each thought and deed,
each moment of your life.
Only is this way
can he truly perceive
your preciousness.
Your Master equally enjoys sex
and power over you,
and this you willingly accept.
Your submission becomes
his path to realizing his dreams.
Your body becomes his palette
for erotic fantasies.
Your mind becomes his foil
in your transformation.
And your spirit becomes enslaved
by your shared passion.
While this intimate dance
is in your mind,
you still must keep your balance.
THE BALANCE BETWEEN MASTER AND SLAVE
To keep the balance:
the weight of his Mastery cannot be
too heavy or one-sided,
the base of your submission cannot be too narrow or weak, or
the glue of obedience cannot be
too weak if it must hold you together.
As a slave you are virtuous when:
You accept Master's rules and discipline.
You accept the importance of his work,
and assist as much as you're able.
You dutifully take care of his home
and entertain his friends.
You humbly tell of your needs and fears
and then support his decisions.
You give him love and are pleased to serve,
and you respond to his attentions.
Then you ask "Could another slave do
more to bring him satisfaction?"
Only then can you be satisfied.
Your slavery is based
on your submissive nature,
yet the best slaves are forged
through the heart and will
of a strong Master.
It is only through the stress
of your enslavement
that you can grow within,
and shedding your cocoon skin,
emerge like a butterfly, but enslaved within.
It is only when you metamorphose
that your Master grows,
and true togetherness now attain.
Master and slave complement each other
in a fair exchange:
Your Master cultivates
submission and obedience
by your need for love and intimacy.
You seek to earn
attention and commitment
by feeding his lust for sex and power.
Thus, you give to yourselves
through the other.
A fair exhange, is it not?
If you willingly live your role
your Master can feel responsible for you,
yet you do not burden him by owning you.
Ownership can be a gift.
Submitting can be a release.
In life, it is not what you do,
it is how you do it.
How does your Master enjoy you?
Are you his wanton whore?
How does your Master desire you?
An innocently enslaved love?
Do you serve him as whore
but see him yearning for innocent love?
But can a slave truly choose?
Can a whore truly love?
If he truly enslaves you,
the more must he doubt you.
Paper, scissors, rock:
In the end you conquer him.
Master and slave
are thus together yoked.
The Way of Submission
does not lead only one way.
The three stages of mate-slavery
lead to striding up the aisle.
First a submissive puberty:
you're a "Sexual Toy"
thrilling to the game of it.
Then his demands increase:
now to be his "Servant"
and you learn obedience is serious stuff.
Eventually you mature:
you are his "Chattel"
and peacefully acknowledge it.
A few strides up the aisle,
and do any of them know
what you are really promising?
As a slave you learn
to be governed by
your Master's orders.
The freedom from choice
is a great freedom,
but only one who has experienced it
can ever truly know.
Your Master only commands
your obedience,
he does not command your heart.
The freedom to feel
is truly your only freedom,
yet it is the greatest one of all.
Feeling happy is not a right
and it cannot be earned or bought;
yet it is the truest measure of your slavery
As a slave you do not have
the right to please yourself,
yet you can fully enjoy
the privileges you've earned
by pleasing your Master.
These gifts
are the sweetest of all.
God is supreme,
your Master is your ruler,
and your heart rests easy
content in your Fate.
This is a slave's
natural order of things.
The ideal Master enjoys
dominance for its own sake.
He is insatiable in his lust for power,
and you are the focus of his desire.
He is kind to you and attentive,
yet unrelentingly he enslaves you.
The grip of his bonds is unbreakable
but velvet-soft is his caress.
His cock is fiery hot with passion
but his steel chains are cold on your flesh.
He uses his advantages
and he exploits your weakness.
He controls you by his design
rather than by his lust.
The ideal Master toys with you,
and he plays with you with fire.
It is good for you
to be proud of yourself,
yet a slave with too much pride
loses touch with her humility.
When you're punished to correct this
know it's a sign of spirit
and not your Master's disfavor.
Punishing you he rejoices!
Blessed are you
if punished for the sin of pride!
Why must you be taught
obedience through pain?
Accepting the gift of pain
truly proves your slavery.
After pain washes through you
it leaves submissiveness in your heart.
Accepting His pain reinforces the rules
which guide and govern your life.
Welcoming His pain is a true offering,
strengthening your bond with your Master.
Sacrificing yourself to pain enobles you,
and thus you rise in your Master's eyes.
Would you have it any other way?
As a slave you learn
to displease your Master
brings punishment:
bearable, unpleasant.
As a slave you crave
sex in punishment
to bring joy:
erotic rapture.
Once you're conditioned,
dare you ask,
"Which is it to be
tonight, dear Master?"
If you are a well-trained slave,
you are not forced into obedience.
Yet, lest you forget its sting,
your Master will at times remind you
how his whip bites.
It is amusing how
even obedient and loving slaves
cannot escape punishment!
A true slave loves her Master's hand
not only for the joy it brings,
but even the pain as well.
Is this what you feel in your heart
when you kiss his hand?
Three Fundamental Rules
guide both Master and slave,
assure continuity, and
maintain propriety.
First,
STRIVE NOT FOR THE IMPOSSIBLE,
BUT DO NOT GIVE UP EASILY.
Second,
GIVE WHAT IS REQUIRED,
AND GENEROUSLY.
Third,
LOVINGLY CORRECT ALL ERRORS,
BUT SEVERELY DISCIPLINE DISOBEDIENCE.
Simple and clear to understand,
but not so easy to follow,
yet failing to abide by them,
means ultimately parting.
As slave you should beg for mercy,
or ask Him for reform.
A Master should let you squirm
yet keep you captive in His arms.
As slave you may escape, proclaiming
"I'm your slave no more!"
Or your Master can choose to leave you,
If your submission is so poor.
Your Master cannot change this,
nor should you wish to.
The path to parting should remain
unspoken between you.
God's will is impeneterable
and thus suffering visits our lives.
When it is God's will,
the Masterless slave
will find a new Master.
Until then she must wait,
but kneeling is hard,
especially for a lonely slave.
Ultimately, she sees she is truly
"rare, precious, and beautiful"
when she looks again in her Master's eyes.
A slave finds
the path to happiness
lies on the Way of Submission.
Even if your relationship ends,
it is not an Ending,
but only another step
along your Way.
The Masterless slave's mantra
could say:
"Look at what I know about pleasing men!
I value what my slavery has taught me!"
"I have found pleasure in slavery, and
I appreciate how men enjoy me!"
"I know I will find a Master,
for I am a desirable slave."
And she should smile, for she is right.
Look in your heart and see:
weighing the good
with the bad,
would you want
to be a slave forevermore?
If you answer
"Yes,"
you indeed are
a True slave.
Alone and seeking a Master
a True slave knows
'tis better to serve a good Master now
than wait for the best of all.
A True slave knows
she's Woman enslaved by Man,
and by serving many Masters
submits as deeply as she can.
A Master with a True slave,
knows her commitment's strong:
she will serve him well
and both will prosper long.
If you're a True slave
committed in all ways,
you're slavish in your heart,
and joyful on your Way.
SPOKEN TOGETHER:
Dear God, please hear our prayer.
SLAVE ONLY:
I pray for my Master:
I pray for His Health,
I pray for His Wisdom,
I pray for His Happiness, and
I pray for His Mastery of me.
MASTER ONLY:
I pray for my slave:
I pray she finds Happiness Obeying me,
I pray she finds Satisfaction in Serving me,
I pray her Love grows Belonging to me, and
I pray that she be Enslaved forevermore to me.
TOGETHER:
I pray that together we may share
a full and happy Life as Master and slave.
Amen.
We concluded our discussion and I closed the book. This was our third reading over the past four and a half months, and I knew she now knew its various meanings and implications well. She was a bright student, and had surprised me with the intensity of her concentration on the material.
I looked up and saw her sitting before me. Silent. Eyes cast down. Hands folded in her lap. Her lovely skin was decorated by the whiteness of the short, lacey, transparent shift she wore. She had long since learned that modesty was more a debility than a virtue, and her dressing habits now were properly demure only for an artistic eroticism.
"Pour me a drink," I commanded quietly. Dutifully she rose and walked to my side, where she knelt and poured me a glass of cool water from the pitcher there. She offered it to me and I thirstily drank.
"Now, dear slave, I wish to give this book to you."
She looked up startled, "But Master, I am not worthy of such a fine gift." She looked again at the thin but finely-toned, leather bound, gilt edged volume in my lap.
"I have read it to you, and I have taught it to you as best I can. But now it is time that I give you to your rightful Master so that you can truly plumb the depths of its wisdom. May it serve you well in the years ahead by reminding you of my teaching."
She bowed her head and was silent, knowing in her heart how much she longed for his Mastery, and accepting my judgement that she was ready for him. She resumed her seat and sat silently, waiting on me.
In the few minutes left I looked at her. I would miss her dearly. The sweetness of her youth, the joy of her spirit, and the responsiveness of her flesh as I caressed it. I had missed all of those things over the past few years.
The clock ticked in the silence. Suddenly there was the sound of the door chime. She looked at me, and I nodded for her to proceed.
Calmly she rose and answered the door. Into the room came a young man with a commanding presence. He ignored her and came toward me. I motioned for him to sit, and he did so in front of me.
"Father," he began. "I am honored that you have summoned me. How may I help you?" he inquired.
"Son," I replied for he was indeed my son "I have a gift for you."
"Thank you, Father. What is your gift?"
I motioned to the slave girl kneeling behind him. "It is this slave girl," I replied.
He turned and looked quickly at her, for the first time seeing who it truly was.
"I hope she pleases you," I finished.
"No, I am not pleased," he replied darkly. "Has she told you how she refused me before?"
"Yes, indeed. Her love for you and her despair drove her to me. She agreed to let me teach her to be a slave if I would give her to you when she was ready. She is now ready. She knows the rudiments well and has a very good conceptual understanding. However, her practical training is fairly limited, so you may fully enjoy completing her enslavement yourself. She is now ready for whatever you intend for her."
He stared again at her, and she quivered under his look, but kept her eyes down and sat very still.
"Before I decide to accept her," he said thoughtfully, "may I examine her?"
I agreed.
"Slave!" he commanded.
"Yes, Master," she replied softly.
He smiled at that. "I was very displeased with you for refusing me," he continued. "What do you imagine will be the first thing I'll do with you?"
"I imagine you will punish me, Master. I was very rude to you, and I was wrong to deny your Mastery over me. That is two grievous sins to be punished for, sir," she meekly replied.
"Quite right," he muttered, "and I'm glad that you have the sense to know that. But aren't you afraid that I will hurt you?"
"I expect you will hurt me quite a bit, Master, but I have learned that I must put my trust in you and accept what you desire to give me. Even though I will suffer, I will be glad that it is you who is punishing me."
"And will you whine and beg me for promises of love?" he taunted her.
"No, Master. When I began my training I would have, but not now. I want only for you to be my Master, and for you to let me prove my love by serving you. A slave cannot ask for more, and in my heart I am already your slave."
I could tell he was impressed by her sincerity, as was I.
"Stand!" he ordered her.
Quickly she stood up. He walked around her, studying her up close. In the front he reached down and lifted the hem of her shift up, displaying her bare thighs and naked sex. I was pleased that she stayed so still.
Then his other hand slipped between her legs and into her sex. He grunted his approval. "She's wet, Father. I don't know if it's just me or this talk of enslaving her that's done it. Maybe both"
He pulled his hand out then pushed his wet fingers into her mouth, and she dutifully licked them clean.
He reached out and easily ripped the shift from her body. It felt in shreds at her feet. She stood perfectly motionless, lovely in her nakedness before us, her eyes down, silently awaiting orders. My training was working well, and I was pleased.
"Did you enjoy fucking her, Father?"
"Yes, Son. Many times over the past few months. Her body was very sweet."
"Good, I am glad that she pleased you. I don't think I could take her from you if you hadn't fully enjoyed using her. So, I will take her with me as I leave. I am looking forward to showing her the consequences of her rejection of me. This will teach her to avoid my anger in the future."
My son was pleased with my gift of her, and I was happy.
The slave girl now spoke quietly to her new Master, "Master, your Father is very wise, and I have much to thank him for. He has given me the book 'The Way of Submission' as a parting present, and I would like to give him a final present in parting as well. May I do so?"
He agreed, and his naked slave came and knelt at my feet before me again. She sat up, her lovely breasts and belly before my gaze."You are not so old, Sir. There is much you can teach others like myself, and I have seen you have much desire for the pleasure we can give you with our bodies in turn. You have shown me the Way of Submission is a life-long journey that we can all take young or old. I wish to give you another companion for your journey. I have friends who I think would enjoy learning from you such as I have. May I have your permission to introduce you to them?"
"But they're all so young!" I said.
She laughed, a delightful little tinkle that I would miss.
"Oh! Not for you, Sir! In fact, I think my younger sister would please you even more than I have!" she cried. "Some say she is prettier than I was at her age, and she seems endlessly fascinated with sex and erotic attire. This time, though, you could train her to be your own slave. Please let me give her to you, Sir!"
My son then enthusiastically added, "Why, yes, Father! I've gotten to know her a little bit, and that seems to be a great idea! She's a wild little vixen who would benefit from a firm, experienced hand. She's very narcissistic and has an erotic streak, but I don't see any real courage in her at all. I know you could easily enslave her. Can you imagine what fun we could have with the pair of them together?"
The slave girl added, "She's always getting involved with older men. I know she's not a virgin, and she is a terrible tease. I think your firm hand would be able to keep her in line. In fact, enslaving her might even be the best thing for her, since otherwise she might easily turn into a real whore. Please consider it, sir, for her sake and yours."
They both looked at me. Then she turned to my son and asked if she could show me her sister's picture. He nodded, and she ran to her purse for it. In the picture she brought me I saw the two of them wet and laughing, hanging on to each other, on the beach. They weren't twins, but they were obviously sisters. Although the slave girl was in a skimpy suit, the sister was in a suit so scandalously tiny it barely seemed to cover her not that she seemed in the least to mind. I also thought the sister was more beautiful and she looked young enough to be a schoolgirl! The pair of them together was indeed a lovely picture, and imagining the two of them naked kneeling together before me was a very tempting thought.
My son seemed to read my mind as he said, "Yes, they are very pretty together, and it would be a shame not to enjoy they as a pair sometimes." "Indeed, they do make a lovely pair," I murmured.
After a moment of silence I continued, "Enslaving such a rebellious and wild youth is not easy. I'd need months to nurture her most desirable vices, teach her the folly of resistance, build her submissiveness, and develop a habit of obedience but if she is as you say she would make a lovely sex slave." My eyes strayed again to her picture.
"May I tell you how I could bring her to you, sir?" the slave girl asked. I told her proceed, and she continued, "I know she would like to move out from our mother's home so she wouldn't have to sneak in and out as she does at night, but mother thinks she is still too young to be on her own. So she'd jump at the chance to come live with me, and it would be easy to persuade mother. After she had moved in with me, it would be easy enough to lure her here, and once inside these doors she'd be trapped. While you held her here for training for several months, I'd fend off callers and make sure that no one suspected anything. Keeping mother in line would be the only problem, but I could do that. Mother trusts me." The slave girl looked up at me for approval.
I nodded. "Yes, I think that could work," I replied. "But we couldn't trust her for a long time not to escape, so she'd need lots of supervision. I'd need you both to help guard and train her."
"We would be honored to help you, Father," he agreed. "It's said you're the best slave trainer our city's ever had. I'm hoping you'll share your secrets with me. I'll practice them all on my slave until I master them." At this she lowered her eyes in embarrassment, or maybe was it to hide her excitement?
Yes, I would teach him, as my father had taught me. I was very pleased at the thought of what I could do for my son. And to how my training would benefit both the girls. I knew how to mould their bodies and behaviors, enhance their responsiveness, deepen their commitment, and enslave their wills forever to the joy of their submission.
The slave girl looked back to her new master and smiled shyly in evident happiness. Then she looked up to me and said excitedly, "Imagine! Both of you together enslaving both of us! What a story this will make!"
Story? I thought. This was more than a story! It was going to be a wonderful experience! At that point I truly began to feel the reality of it all. Suddenly, a burden I wasn't aware of seemed to lift from my heart as I realized my journey as a Master was far from over
INDEED, THE WAY OF SUBMISSION MAY NOT HAVE AN END . . . .