Double trouble with 2 submissives
Slavegirl M now has a submissive sister named Charlotte. Together they are up to no good… Can you handle 2 naughty submissive girls?
Charlotte would like to introduce herself:
“My name is Charlotte.
My silky rich brown hair tumbles past my shoulders unless gripped firmly in your hand. I’m trim, taught, and terrific with dangerous curves where they count – if you can look away from my green cat-like eyes to even notice, that is. At only 159cm (5’3”) you’ll be looking down into my eyes when I’m not required to look obediently to your shoes. My diminutive size also means I will fit neatly over your knees.
For all my life I’ve enjoyed being at the mercy of serious men and women. There have been several very real occasions when the power and control of a Headmaster, Headmistress, Supervisor, or Boss have left me wet and shaking. They always assumed it was embarrassment or even shame at some misdemeanour, infraction, or failure.
In fact my reactions to control are erotic pleasure.
Just why I’ve eroticised punishment I really don’t know. But hands striking my buttocks are a source of excitement and pleasure that rival and surpass actual sex. The swish of a cane through the air and the anticipation of the sting can steadily propel me into my personal orbit.
For me this is not play. For me, being spanked, caned, and (softly) humiliated and punished is an aspect of life that I can only satisfy this way.
And now I’ve discovered playing alongside another girl.
Beautifully attired and then slowly stripped by SlaveGirl M excites me.
When tied to M, our breasts and bellies pressed together, I love the feel of her jerking against me, rubbing against me, as our Cruel Tormentor strikes her buttocks. When it’s my turn, the shock and pain of the hand striking my reddening bottom contrasts with the soft warmth against which I am pushed.
What can compare to being lightly caned and spanked while M drives me crazy with the huge vibrator thing she has? Oh, I know… Being spanked hard enough to force me to rub my clit back and forth across M’s tongue as she lies beneath me.
A favourite thing: to be collared and chained, to sit astride M’s thigh and rub back and forth watching you stroke yourself to bliss. The feast for my eyes. My terror of the punishment from M for being such a wanton slut.
A flogging… holding M’s nipple in my mouth while the flogging makes her breast jerk this way and that, the soft firm flesh pushed against my face.
And then you do it to me.
And sometimes, just sometimes, I get the chance to feel a man’s buttocks against my palm as I strike. Better yet, holding a firm hot cock while M’s strikes force it to move between my latex-covered fingers.
Some of my new favourite things”.
Will you be part of the picture?
Contact slavegirl M to enquire about a double session now.
My Pet Puppy Play Training with Master J
Master J just loved to make his slave feel humiliated and he knew that there was going to be some resistance to his planned puppy training.
Master J approached me slowly, holding a long chain with a leather handle on it. I knew it was a dog lead. As he stood in front of me he bent down with a evil smirk on his face and stared right through me with his eyes. He then reached out with one hand grabbing my collar around my neck and then went to clip the chain onto my collar. I pulled away so that the lead could not be attached to my collar. “I am not going to be your dog. I am not a animal” I said coldly.
Master was infuriated and with one push, pushed me flat to the ground and started to hit me with a leather strap which he always carries with him. He kept hitting me over and over, saying “You will be obedient and you will be my puppy.” After many hits I knew he was not going to stop, so I pleaded for him to stop. He saw that I was less resistant and more submissive for him. I gained my position on my knees, put my head high and let Master clip the lead onto my collar.
He then commanded me to crawl on all four around the room and he started to walk. I again felt very humiliated and wanted to be non compliant, but knew what he would do to me if I did not obey, so reluctantly I started to slowly move forward. Master encouraged me to move faster. He wanted me to bark, so I barked. He was enjoying the whole situation very much. I could see that his eyes and face were smiling. In my uncomfortable position, yes this did make me happy.
He then picked up a squeaky dog toy and threw it. “Go fetch, go get it.” He said with a tone of excitement.
For some reason I halted and said, “Go get it yourself, I am not your dog.”
I do now regret saying that. He dragged me to the middle of the room, and said, “You are going to be severely punished. I will have you obedient to me. You will learn the hard way.”
I could see that his face was red with rage. He commanded me to lay over the spanking bench and he then restrained me tightly to it. He then used the paddle on my already sore bottom. He then whipped me on my back and legs. I begged him to stop. But he did not listen. He was going to give me a lesson, that I would not forget.
After that punishment, I was a very compliant little puppy, who played fetch, barked, played chase and walked around on a lead.
Master J was extremely happy with his playful little puppy.
Master is looking forward to being able to teach his puppy lots more tricks.
BDSM Lifestyle Protocols
I have word protocol a lot in the BDSM world and fetish scene; protocol for this, protocol for that. When I first read about this it was very daunting and initially I was unable to comprehend why such protocols would be in place.
I understood that everyone one and every relationship is different and that each couple or poly household adopt protocols to suit the type of BDSM relationship they have. I read that it could be defined as a set of special rules to follow in many different situations within your fetish or BDSM lifestyle; and that these special rules remind you of your place in the relationship.
When I was starting out, I was given a set of rules and instructions, protocols that I was to follow. Some of those rules were to:
- always address my Mistress as ‘Mistress’
- write in a daily diary
- when entering the house to remove my public/dress collar and put on my service collar on at the door
- after putting on my service collar to proceed to bathroom and change from my clothes public clothes into service clothes
- I was not to sit on any furniture anywhere (unless given permission)
This set of rules or protocols were a constant reminder of my place in the relationship and I found some of them to be embarrassing, humiliating, and exciting all at the same time. It was good for my mindset. I had read and heard of many BDSM lifestyle protocols and here I was very happy and excited finally doing what I loved to do.
