What follows is an interactive story written which was written by
RRedore (S>) and myself (R>) when we first started dating. I would write
a paragraph and then send it to her via email, and then she would write the
next paragraph and email the whole story back.
You are bound (standing, kneeling or prone) between two trees.
You have been there for quite a while. You feel the breeze on your body, hear
the sounds of nature. You hear noises in the brush around you, not knowing who
or what is there. Your Master makes his presence felt by grabbing your hair,
forcing your head back and giving you a very long and passionate kiss.
I am standing with my feet bare on the ground. The sounds in
the brush startle me. I feel the demand in his grasp and the warmth of his
lips. My body sinks against the ropes. My nipples tighten, and I feel the
warmth of pleasure on my thighs. I feel the wind caressing my body. I am
surrendered to my Master, in the presence of Mother Nature. I am seeking his
lips with my lips and teeth. My body is overwhelmed by the relief of his
presence, the pleasure of his touch and the sweet, sweet pleasure of being
allowed to bask in his Dominance. I feel the moan coming from my chest as I
hungrily beg for more of his kiss. My body pressing against the ropes trying to
touch him, to feel his hands on my body, his whip on my back.
Much to her surprise, he untied her feet, forcing her legs
together. He released her hands, only to tie them in front of her. He guided
her to an all-fours position on the ground. He wrapped, what could only be
described as, a chastity belt around her waist. She thought ever so hard ---
was this a punishment? Had she done something to displease him?
confusion, he brought her up to a kneeling position. He took her face between
thumb and forefinger, forcing her to open her mouth. He kissed her, very hard.
"You are mine, and none except those I say, and only if I wish will have access
to you.. This belt will make sure you are mine, and only mine. Do you want me
to add the vibrator and dildo as well? She smiled, a girlish, sexy smile and
said, "Yes, Master, but only if it pleases you ---"
She is shaking and her heart is pounding. She is close to
tears at themere idea of displeasing him, the relief of being wrong. She
struggles with her will as he states his will and ownership. And then she feels
tears on her eyes and cheeks. Releasing...knowing that this possession...being
possessed brings her to feeling, knowing the greatest happiness, satisfaction,
and peace within the world. Struggling against this is struggling with her own
fears. Fears that protect her greatest desire from being carelessly maimed.
Fears that also prevent her from attaining completeness. He has offered her a
vibrator & dildo and she tentatively accepts the offer with hopes it will
bring him pleasure. "If it pleases you Master--" In her mind she wonders if he
will truly be pleased, or is he testing her?
She kneels with her face to
the ground and her hands stretched out in front of her, framed by the ropes on
her wrists. Her confusion is great. She is humiliated by the belt and yet knows
that he has the right, which she gladly gives him, to demand anything of her.
She is confused by the conflict within herself and hates it. She wants the
reassurance of his touch on her cheek and neck. She shakes her head wanting to
rid herself of the tear-soaked blindfold...to see him, and yet in her
vulnerability, the blindfold gives her protection. It allows her to focus on
the conflict, the words, sounds, smells & feels around her. She realizes
with a start that she hears no sounds of him. She tilts her head, seeking to
find him. She feels his hand striking her ass before she hears him. She bolts
up onto her knees. "Did you really think I was gone? Do you think so poorly of
your Master that you would imagine yourself free to move as you please?" She
feels his hand on her neck, pushing her face to her knees. She melts into her
knees, immensely relishing the warmth and comfort of his hand on her neck. She
feels something cool and slick swirling over her ass cheeks. She feels the
dildo parting her labia and moans as it opens her. She hungrily pulls her
muscles to bring it further inside her. She struggles to remain still, having
been given no permission to move....
He examines the chastity belt, one belt surrounds her waist,
the second is connected near her spine, runs between her legs and is connected
to the waist belt near her navel. Removing two small locks from his pocket, he
inserts them through holes punched in the belt and locks them into place
She is guided to a standing position but she moves slowly to allow the devices
inside her to adjust, flow, and then reseat themselves. He takes a rubber ball
gag and forces it into her mouth, removing all possibility of speaking to him.
A piece of chain is produced and locked around her neck. She has seen it
before, but it gives her chills each time she sees it There is a pendant tag,
shaped like a heart, with her slave name engraved upon it. Her body betrays
her, letting him know how much the collar excites her. He connects a leash to
the collar, and her knees almost buckle beneath her. Reaching into the picnic
basket they had brought with them, he removes a pair of Smith and Wesson
handcuffs and places on her wrists, her hands behind her back.
the leash, they start back up the trail they had used several hours earlier.
She is nude, collared, her hands behind her back, on the end of her Masters
leash. As they approach the parking lot, she suddenly realizes that he intends
to march her, leashed and collared, all the way back to their car. She would
later find out that her Master had arranged to have a policeman friend of his
divert all traffic entering the parking lot. Her body and mind were filled with
all sorts of feelings. She couldn't tell which emotion was the most
overwhelming; being embarrassed by nude and bound in public, or being proud to be
serving her Master.
Her breathing is rapid. She struggles with the different
emotions. The ball gag reminds her that her pleasure is secondary to her
Master's. The collar, the leash and the opportunity to serve her master fills
her with so much joyful pride that she is glowing. Her skin is flushed and hot
to the touch...her chest is pushed forward as much by pride as by her arms
cuffed behind her back. And yet, she is on a public trail leaving the relative
safety of the wilderness behind to walk into a parking lot. A place were people
converging is expected and privacy is very unlikely. She is embarrassed at the
thought of a car pulling into the parking lot and seeing her for who she is. A
slave. Exposed skin and heart. A willing participant and thus, most assuredly a
pervert. She reminds herself that she is here with her Master. She has been
given an opportunity to serve him. She doesn't have to be here...she wants to
be here. Her Master notices her hesitancy. He pauses momentarily to study her
and then tightens the lead.
She feels the chain tug at her neck. She drops
her head and follows him. She feels her heart pounding in her chest, the ground
under her feet. She feels her breath moving around the ball. They are walking
thru the parking lot. Her eyes dart back & forth from under her hair as she
listens intently for the sound of approaching cars. As each step brings them
closer to the car, her pride grows. He stops short of the car and turns around.
He tells her to stay and then takes a few steps back from her. He crosses his
arms, leash still in hand and stops to examine her. They are standing exposed
in the middle of the parking lot. Her eyes betray her confusion and fear of
discovery. He seems so calm and unhurried. He smiles as he looks at her, and
then after a minute of silence she steps towards him. She instinctively raises
and tilts her chin, exposing her throat to him. Acting as an animal in the wild
that signals it's submission by exposing it's throat to the Dominant's jaws. He
brushes his hand against her breast. Running down to her hardened nipples which
he kneads between his fingers. "Who do you belong to? Hmmm? Tell me..." he
demands of her. She tries to signal that she can't speak, then realizes he is
fully aware of this. The thoughts: Think. What has he taught you? How can
you speak without saying a word?" run thru her head. And then she grins. She
grows very still, looks him directly in the eyes for several seconds, and drops
her head while still maintaining eye contact with her Master. He smiles and
rewards her by working her nipples harder. She feels her knees buckling and her
body swooning. She rolls her head back and tries to make her body even more
available to his touch. No longer even aware of standing in the middle of a
He tightens the leash and guides her to the rear of the car,
opening the trunk. Her heart begins to pound, remembering a time when he placed
her in a dark closet, alone and afraid. She fears being placed in the trunk,
and ever so slightly moves backwards. Sensing her fear, he snaps the leash and
pulls her to him. "Are you afraid?" She quickly shakes her head in the
affirmative. "You will do what you are told, though. Won't you?" She looks him
straight in the face, stands tall, and shakes her head yes. "Afraid of the
dark, of being alone?" She cocks her head in question, and then shakes her head
He reaches into the trunk, takes out a cape and places it around her
shoulders, adjusts the hood around her head, and closes the trunk. Taking the
leash, he guides her to the passenger side of the car and opening the door,
indicates she should get in. She enters the car, and he closes the door. He
stands outside the door for a moment, watching her, proud of her. He walks to
the drivers side and gets in. She is sitting; still; face forward; awaiting his
command. She is afraid, proud, embarrassed, and joyful all at once. He places
his hand around the back of her neck and squeezes firmly. She is at once
sexually excited and anticipatory.
Using his hand, he turns her face toward
him. She looks into his eyes, awaiting the next moment in a series moments of a
lifetime. He pulls her head down, and puts it in his lap. She lays down on the
car seat, and adjusts into a "nearly comfortable" position. He starts the
engine, and she snuggles, catlike, in his lap.
"When we get home, you will
prepare yourself." She had no idea what to prepare herself for. Whether it was
playtime, bedtime, dinner, or a shower, she knew it would be exquisite ---
She is relieved that her Master did not require her in the
trunk. She is very satisfied by her willingness to step thru fear with her
Master. She feels warm, safe and loved. She is so happy to be carefully &
lovingly prepared/pampered by her Master. The feeling of resting in his lap is
overwhelming. Her heart is filled by the tenderness of his touch, the warmth of
his body, the softness of the cape & the comfort of his hand on her side.
She lies there and thinks about the questions he asks her, the emotions he
brings to the surface the hopes she has for the future with him. She inhales
deeply and as she exhales, she relaxes down to her toes and fingers knowing
this is exactly where she belongs. This is exactly where she wants to be, and
After a short ride, they arrive at their home. He awakens her
from her dreamy state and has her move back to a sitting position. He leaves
the car, walks to the passenger side, opens the door and guides her to a
standing position beside the car. He grasps her wrists and walks her into the
house. He grabs a handful of her hair and forces her to her knees in front of
"You will shower, put on make-up, dress in a short skirt,
see-through blouse and heels, no underwear. You will prepare the dining room
table for a party of eight. There will be three couples joining for us dinner
at 7pm." She knew that their cook and houseboy, George, would prepare and
excellent dinner; he always had.
At 6:30 she had completed all of her
assignments and arrangements. She went to her Masters office, where she found
him working on his computer, and knelt on the floor beside him. She waited
until a quiet moment and placed her head in his lap.
"Master, can I put on
a sweater? You can see my nipples through this blouse."
"That was my
intent, and no, no sweater," he replied.
"Who is coming for dinner,
"I don't think you know any of them, they are people I know from
"Are any of them into Master/slave relationships What is the
purpose of the dinner, Master?"
"Two of the couples are in Master/slave
relationships, and want to invite John and Meg, the third couple, into their
circle. I have been asked me bring up the topic to the 'unknowns' so the two
couples will not have to "out themselves". You and I are going to demonstrate
what a Master/slave relationship is about. In that way, if John and Meg are
interested in our lifestyle, the other two couples will come forward and
announce that they, too, are interested. If John and Meg are not interested,
then they will never know their friends are.
"After dinner, I am going to
put you back into your chastity belt, which will open a dialog."
"Am I allowed to enjoy myself, Master?"
"If you play your cards right, you will
definitely enjoy yourself. If things go badly, you will have to settle for
spending the night alone with me."
"Yes, Master. And the problem is ---- ?"
...she said with a mischievous grin. She always thoroughly
enjoyed bantering with her Master. She had her nails freshly painted in her
favorite shade ofred. Her hair is loose around her shoulders. She had put on a
lace garter and stockings of black, with a form fitting short grey skirt. Her
blouse is a light shade of yellow with enough open to be a tease, but not far
enough as to be indecent. She enjoys dressing for her Master. She feels proud
that her Master is using her as a demonstration. She felt nervous and excited
when she had been told to set the table for company in such a manner. She loved
being able to ask her Master questions about planned activities. She would stay
here at his feet all day if it was permissible, but there were other things to
"Master, may i make you some tea before they arrive?" she
"No, but start the fireplace so it will be warm when they
She smiles, thinking how thoughtful he was to suggest a fire when
he had vetoed her request for a sweater. He always told her to take care of
herself, and when she forgot he firmly reminded her of her duty to care for not
only Him but also his property....her. She kisses his leg and rises to her feet
saying "Thank you Master" before stepping into the living room.
the fire is one of her favorite tasks. She always feels proud of her
willingness to do so, and that she knows how. She is careful to avoid soiling
her clothes as she prepares the paper and kindling. She carefully chooses a log
that is not to large...it is not entirely chilly in the house and to overheat
would be miserable. As the flames crackle around the log she closes the screen
and rises from her knees. She is watching the fire, feeling the heat and
listening to the wonderful sound. She turns and shakes off the drunken feeling
from the fire, walks into the kitchen and washes her hands. She is thinking of
the evening to come. Wondering how it will go, thinking how nice it will be if
she is allowed to wear a play collar and leash. She of course wears a collar
everyday, but it is one that only a few people recognize and she enjoys showing
without a doubt that she is a named and collared slave. She hears voices
outside the house and car doors closing. She goes to her Master and lets him
know they have arrived. She walks to the door and with her Master, greets his
guests into their home. She offers drinks and helps take the coats and purses
of the women. She recognizes the dynamics between the couples. She smiles and
tries to keep the mischief out of her smile. She puts away the coats and checks
in with George. Dinner will be on schedule. She assembles the drinks that were
chosen and heads back into the living room. When she has delivered
everyones drinks, she walks to her Master, and stops in front of him with
his drink. She is used to kneeling when serving him, but isn't sure if she
should at this time or if he wants to bring the topic up slowly. He is smiling
at her and nods. She kneels and holds the glass to his lips. He takes the glass
out of her hand, squeezes her hand and indicates for her to sit next to him.
She rises and sits next to him. As she does so, he tells his guests ....
"It is such a pleasure to be gathering in a social context
for once. And to finally meet these family members that we talk about but never
see!" The room settled into comfortable conversation of family, friends,
politics and other such details. She discovered a commonality with two of the
women and one of the men discussing the love of beaches. The other chatted
amicably about work related details, politics and projects they where working
Dinner is being served: the guests have sat down at the table. They
enjoy warm butternut soup, red potatoes with chopped parsley and lemon juice,
broiled Salmon, and a California style salad with a light Thai dressing. As the
food is being passed around, Master asks Sara, the new wife of the group, to
pass the saucer of lemon sauce. As she passes it, the spoon slips and clatters
onto the table. Sara apologizes and drops her gaze in embarrassment. Master
laughs and jokes with her husband, " I'm glad that was you and not my slave,
otherwise I would have had to punish you."
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With a look of askance, Meg asks "You would punish her?
is a slave? I'm not sure I understand...""
"RRedore is a named slave,"
John says, "I don't understand. What is a 'named
Master explains, "A submissive person is one who enjoys serving,
but may or may not have a Master or a Mistress. A slave has a Master or
Mistress, but a named slave is a slave who has attained the position of being
recognized as slave who is worthy of being owned and having a name."
causes looks between the couples, and dessert served.
They enjoyed tea & coffee with a chocolate torte and
engaging conversation. As the evening progressed, RRedore finds herself especially
enjoying the company of Sara. They chatted and laughed all along while still
visiting with the others. She was enjoying herself so much she almost forgot
that they had just met.
They are sitting in the living room, when Sara asks, "How do
you punish her?"
Master replies, "That depends on the transgression, and
Meg asks RRedore, "Do you enjoy being a slave?"
word 'enjoy' isn't strong enough. I love being a slave!"
furtively at her husband, blushes, and says "John and I have, well, we have
played some SM games, and I have had a lot of fantasies." Six people
simultaneously do an inward, mental, impression of Tiger Woods doing his
victorious, "YES!" as the topic is finally broached. Meg asks RRedore to tell
her more about her life and feelings.
RRedore says, "Well, i could tell you i was born in Reno, Nevada, however,
i don't think that's what you are asking really." she begins with a mischievous
smile towards Meg. " i met Master thru a series of wonderful steps of the
universe. Before meeting Master I had been involved with several people in my
quest. I have slowly accumulated friends, lovers and playmates that have
similar interests as myself.
RRedore explains, "As I have been learning my own likes and
dislikes, I realized that a shift had occurred within myself. I had always been
my own ultimate Mistress with everyone. My good friend and lover was so
supportive as I started to realize that I wanted a Master and a Mistress that
was outside myself. Until this point I had always preferred to be my own
Mistress: absolutely independent and unattached. At the same time, I decided to
change careers and asked for some help within my circle. I was connected up
with Fantasy Makers, who connected me with Robin. After the first class I knew I
was interested in him, after the second class I knew he was interested in me. I
felt at first, respect for this man who would make time to teach and fill in
the gaps. By the end of the day I was intrigued by his style. He was
respectful, present & attentive when demonstrating, and very comfortable in
his Domination. i was amazed. i was so happy when Master Robin made me a
collared slave. I felt like a marshmallow on a campfire. Warm, soft, content
and melting. i knew i wanted to be a collared & named slave before the
second class had started. i feel so very content and right in the world when i
am with my Master. i am a person still, i have a voice still, and i also have
more freedom than i ever had as my own Mistress. i can be fully present &
focused. It may sound odd to say i have more freedom than before. What i mean
is that i give myself permission to relax, to simply serve, to be held and
pampered and even loved. i would not let masters into my heart. i always held
3/4 of my soul hidden and unreachable. As a named and collared slave i trust my
Master with what is happening in me. i trust myself to him, i trust him, i
trust myself. And this feeds my soul. To be allowed that sacred place of being
is unimaginably right. i feel so incredibly happy, proud, challenged, whole,
and contented here as my Master's slave. Does that help? it doesn't mean that i
lose my identity, or my life. It is an added dimension - not a loss of
Looking quizzically at Sara, RRedore asked quietly, "And you Sara,
what are you thinking? Is this in your heart also? Meg, what is it that brings
you joyful, excited feelings within this arena?"
Master interjects, "Maybe Sara and Meg are uncomfortable
talking about their private feelings. Maybe they want to keep them closed."
Meg responds, "As I said, John and I have played with SM and fantasy role
playing, but we felt that we were kind of weird. We felt we were the only sane
people in the world who had these feelings. Robin, you seem to know a lot about
this 'world of fantasy'?"
"How many people do you think are
"I would assume that not many are interested."
everyone at this table is interested in fantasy role playing, SM, BD, whatever
you wish to call it. One of the reasons you and John were invited to my home
this evening is because the other people at this table wanted to let you know
they were interested, but they didn't want to expose you to their world unless
they knew you were also interested in the same things."
Meg looked askance,
"Do you mean everyone here is 'kinky'?"
Everyone responded, in their own
way, in the affirmative. Joan, the fourth lady, says, "I was pretty sure you
were a submissive, both by the way you talk and act. Every time I tried to
directly bring up the topic, you changed the topic, so I thought this dinner
would be definitive. If you had not been open and talk about it, we would have
dropped the topic, and never brought it up again. By talking to us openly, you
have found out that we are all 'into' the scene."
"I had no idea that you
were interested in these kind of things," said Meg.