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Oct 4

New Beginnings—part 3: Exchanging vows

"Mistress Alyia’s Slave, do I need to remind you that you will never speak in private or within The Society without a request to do so by a person of authority?" ”No,” I reply. "When requested to speak, you will only answer with a ‘Yes’ or ‘No. Is that perfectly clear?" ”Yes.” "Good. I would hate to punish you for disobedience in the middle of this ceremony."

"You also need to understand that from this point on in the ceremony, you have no choice in what you are subjected to. Any request for a ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ will simply to ensure that you understand what has been said to you. She pauses. Do you understand these rules?” “Yes.”


"Let’s continue."

"Mistress Alyia and her slave, the safeword that you will use to define a point of reaching a limit is ‘Themis.’ Mistress Alyia, you will respect this safeword and discontinue all current activities immediately. In the event that your slave chooses to utter this word, you are directed to place your slave in seclusion for a full 24-hours before moving on from that point. Do you, Mistress Alyia understand these rules and what the safeword is?" "Yes." ”Please repeat the safeword.” "Themis." ”Good. Now, slave, repeat the safeword as you understand it.” "Themis." ”That is correct. You will never say this word unless you cannot endure any further the activity you are being subjected to.

"Mistress Alyia, Do you have the chastity device?" "I do." she replies. ”You may now secure it on your slave.” Still on my knees, I am pulled backwards and secured in a very upward facing position. It is extremely uncomfortable; especially since I am tightly laced in an armbinder and my legs are hobbled close together. I feel my genitals being placed in a cold steel device. It takes a minute or two, but eventually it is secured in place.

"Mistress Alyia and Her slave, this chastity device is a symbol of your relationship with each other. From this point on, your slave will no longer have access nor is authorized to enjoy genital stimulation of any kind. Your slave will never penetrate another person with the penis that is now securely locked. 

The device is not secured by a lock, but rather with a high security screw that only The Society will be able to remove.

"Mistress Alyia, you will never be able to remove your slave’s chastity device. If there is ever a reason for concern or a need to remove it, both of you must come to The Society to make the request. The Society’s official doctor will inspect the device and determine the need as outlined in the Code of Conduct. If you feel that your slave is in need of cock and ball torture, you may come to The Society where we will help facilitate you in your request." She pauses briefly. ”Do you accept your responsibility? "I do."

"Mistress Alyia’s slave, you will notify your Mistress of any real medical concerns you have about this device. All non-medical concerns will be denied with no exceptions. For the remainder of your life, you will be fitted with various chastity devices. You will never be unlocked from a chastity device without being restrained in one way or another; unable to ever touch your genitals again. There will be times that you will be subjected to cock and ball torture or various medical play scenarios that will involve your genitals. Since you have undergone permanent hair removal of your entire body with the exception of your scalp, there should be no reason to remove the device for hair removal. This will mitigate any issues related to your chastity devices." She pauses again. ”Do you understand the rules I have explained regarding your chastity?” "Yes."

I am pulled to my feet by Queen Mistress with a firm pull on the leash. I am assisted by someone behind me. Unable to turn my head, I cannot see anyone in the room except for Queen Mistress and Mistress Alyia. However, I can tell that the room is filled with people. Even though no one else has let out even a cough or whisper, I can hear the shuffling of fabric.


This is a completely fictional story, even the character’s names. However, it would be my dream come true for it to become a work of non-fiction. © 2011. All rights reserved. Publishing any portion of this story without prior permission is prohibited.

New Beginnings—part 2: The ceremony

This is a completely fictional story, even the character’s names. However, it would be my dream come true for it to become a work of non-fiction. © 2011. All rights reserved. Publishing any portion of this story without prior permission is prohibited.

The voice changes from a less authoritative tone to one of delight and continues. At all times, her voice is one of supremacy. “To all gathered here, we celebrate the joining of these two souls under the laws of the land and the code of conduct under which we have all agreed to live by. These two people are ready to commit their lives to each other, to love, protect and obey their deepest commitments to each other. Everyone present in this room has already made the commitment that these two are about to make. They are your support group. They are willing to help you through thick and thin. Once this ceremony is complete, you will not be able to escape this commitment without serious consequences as outlined in the documents you’ve read over the past three days.

“Both of you have been married previously multiple times. As you are aware, this marriage is very different from the ones you’ve experienced before. The ‘rules’ are different and yet you both willingly stand before everyone here today to be joined together. However, this marriage is as legal and binding as the past marriages you’ve been in.

“Both of you are here to make commitments to both The Society as well as each other. From here on, you will obey all rules set forth by each other and The Society in the Code of Conduct. Both of you must be willing to submit to monthly physical exams, drug and disease testing. Anything that requires expulsion from The Society will result in a public revelation of your private life and severe legal consequences. At 7pm on the first Friday of each month, both of you will report to The Society for official training sessions. These training sessions will last until midnight Sunday night.

“Kate Williams, from this day forth, you will be known in private and The Society as ‘Mistress Alyia.’ As a Mistress, you have complete superiority over your spouse. You must observe the Code of Conduct which also includes the practice of “safe, sane and consensual at all times. You will also respect the hard and soft limitations that your spouse expresses. You must also respect the ‘safe word’ that you and your spouse have established which will be revealed in just a few moments. Mistress Alyia, even though your every need and demand will be attended to by your spouse, it is your responsibility to protect them. You are free to have encounters with anyone else within The Society as long as the appropriate Mistress permits it in writing to The Society prior. This includes encounters with anyone that is outside The Society. Any Mistress found in violation of not protecting or following the Code of Conduct, their submissive spouse will be stripped of their status as Mistress and the submissive spouse will be absorbed into The Society after a full investigation and Society Tribunal.

“Troy Jensen, from this day forth, in public you will legally take the name ‘TJ Williams,’ to publicly display your submission to Mistress Alyia. In private, you will simply be known as ‘Mistress Alyia’s slave,’ submissive, sissy, or whatever is deemed appropriate at the time by Mistress Alyia. You will never have a name of your own within The Society. You will proactively attend to every need and demand of your Mistress. You will never seek for encounters with other people within The Society, but must allow your Mistress to be with whomever she chooses. If your Mistress chooses to allow another Mistress to take possession of you, you must be willing. No Mistress is ever allowed to violate your hard and soft limitations. If you violate the Code of Conduct, you will be subjected to a Community tribunal and risk expulsion from the Community. If you believe your Mistress has violated the Code of Conduct, you have the right to a full investigation of your claims without fear of retribution.

“Kate Williams, do you accept your role, responsibility and commitment you are making this day and enter into it willingly for the remainder of your life?” I hear Kate’s voice for the first time. “Yes.”

“Troy Jensen, do you accept your role, responsibility and commitment you are making this day and enter into it willingly for the remainder of your life?” I reply, “Yes.”

“As seen here today, in the presence of each other and before these witnesses, Kate Williams and Troy Jensen are now bound to each other by the laws of the land and The Society from this moment until both of their mortal existences conclude.

“Mistress Alyia, you may now remove the blindfold from your slave.”

It takes several moments for my vision to focus, but as it progresses, I begin to see Mistress Alyia standing before me. Kneeling before her, I first see her long silky legs wrapped in beautiful black thigh high stockings with appliques peeking over the top of her patent leather black six inch thigh high boots. A beautiful black lace corset accentuates her beautiful frame. She’s not wearing any panties and her neatly trimmed pubic hair just calls for me. Her bosom nicely fills the cups in the corset. Her short teased hair is sexy flirtatious. Square black glasses frame her captivating emerald green eyes. Her finger nails are neatly manicured with bright red polish. Her make up is done perfectly. Her face is that of sheer happiness, yet a strong feeling of confidence and dominance over me. Her 5’ 2” frame is well shaped but not thin. The smell of her perfume is wonderfully intoxicating. She is absolutely gorgeous.

I am in a state of euphoria. I cannot control my emotions. I begin to cry tears of happiness. “Is everything alright?” she asks. I reply, “I couldn’t ask for anything better than this. Thank you.” I regain my composure when the woman officiating continue. She is the President of The Society and known by all simply as “Queen Goddess.” She holds my leash.

this potential slave is capable

i would love to put my skills to use in building anything bondage related. From furniture items and implements to full on permanent dungeon elements, if i am ever in a relationship that is open to using my skills this way, i will serve Her well.

Just today, i was dreaming up how i would construct a complete cement dungeon cell with a dim light, “white noise” speaker, floor drain, various steel attachment points, and a heavy steel door that has a smaller door built in that would allow sliding food or other items in. This cell would be small, with interior dimensions of three feet tall, three feet wide, and four feet deep.

Maybe someday, i will be in a relationship where i can serve a Mistress in a manner that She would reward me by subjecting me to these items and devices. i am capable of constructing stocks, pillories, crosses, chairs, and larger items such as full-on rooms including framing, electrical, plumbing, drywall, painting, tile, and more. Someday, i hope to learn how to weld so i can build much more.

Sep 6

New Beginnings—part 1: Preparing myself

 

This is a completely fictional story, even the character’s names. However, it would be my dream come true for it to become a work of non-fiction. © 2011. All rights reserved. Publishing any portion of this story without prior permission is prohibited.

Preparing myselfI am kneeling. My wrists held firm behind my back by unrelenting steel manacles with just six inches of heavy chain between them. My neck is also locked securely in a rigid posture collar with a leather leash clipped onto the front attachment. A leather blindfold is strapped securely, preventing me from seeing anything. My mouth is filled with a ring gag; drool is leaking down my face uncontrollably. Foam earplugs are filling my ears, preventing me from hearing what’s going on around me. A two-foot spreader bar keeps my ankles apart. A large inflatable anal plug fills my ass. I am completely naked except for the restraints described.

I wait in this predicament for what seems like hours before anything happens. Without notice I feel very hard and painful slaps of what feels like a wooden paddle strike my buttocks; six, seven, eight times with no mercy. I whimper as I am repeatedly spanked harder and harder. With a sudden forceful motion, I am pulled to my feet by the leash. Combined with the paddling I had just received and spreader bar between my ankles, it is difficult to keep up the brisk pace I am being pulled. I stumble and fall, without regard for my situation I am paddled hard once again; the person pulling on my leash yanks me back to my feet and we continue on our journey.

Let me point out that I am not an unwilling participant in this experience. I personally and carefully put on everything that I am wearing myself. No one assisted me or forced me to do this. I know what I was getting myself into. This morning, when I awoke, I prepared myself for this very important day. I have been on a liquid diet for the past three days. Each day, I have given myself minimum two-quart enemas several times each day. This morning’s full-gallon enema results in only clear liquid. Satisfied, I start out taking a long hot bath, shaving my entire body and relaxing in the tub. I have not seen anyone else today. In fact, I have not seen anyone else for three days now. I have been in a personal seclusion, a state of personal reflection and meditation; to allow myself time to ponder the decision I am making and whether I want to go through with it. 

Once I felt like I was ready for my new beginning, I lubed, inserted and inflated the plug, locked my ankles to the spreader bar, placed the earplugs in, secured the posture collar with the leash attached, put in my ball gag, and then secured my wrists behind me. No keys to the locks are available to me. Six locks hold me bound and secure; unable to find release without help from another person. I kneel in the proper position to indicate I am ready to begin.

Now, as I am dragged blindly through the corridors, I am being lead to my new beginning. We come to a stop. I feel the ring on the front and sides of my collar being attached to something high above me. I am lifted slightly, now straining to balance myself on my toes.

My right ankle is released from the spreader bar and manacle. What feels like pantyhose are being placed on my leg before my ankle is secured again by the manacle. The same process is repeated with the left leg. The pantyhose seem to be only thigh highs. High heeled boots are placed on both my feet, by the way my toes are pointed they are tall, probably six-inches. They are either laced or strapped to my feet before a three-inch chain is secured between my ankle manacles. To account for my new height, I am raised again to an uncomfortable and awkward standing position. 

One at a time, my wrist manacles are released but quickly reattached above my head. I feel my legs being lifted so that my entire body weight is hanging from the attachments above me. Moving from my lower legs and up to my torso, something is being placed around my waist and chest. My ankle chains are then secured to an anchor point in the floor. I feel my torso being constricted and tightened by what feels like a very high-quality corset. It is not uncomfortable in any way. 

I am lowered slightly; to the point my wrists could be released from their lofty attachment points. My wrists are pulled down and secured again behind me. I feel an armbinder being placed over my arms, strapped over my shoulders and then tightened like the corset before. Once finished, straps at the end of the armbinder are brought through my legs, crisscrossed and secured to the front middle of the corset. My arms and hands are very securely tied to my body.

For a few moments, I feel fabric being placed around my waist and shifted, buttoned and adjusted. Something is attached to the thigh-high stockings I am wearing. I am guessing garter straps.

During this entire process, nothing is said to me. No one speaks a word.

I am detached from my anchor points and led slowly for what seems like forever before we come to a stop. When you’re wearing very high heels with a very short chain, you are hobbled to the point that only two or three inch steps are possible. Walking became a very slow, painful and arduous process. I now believe I am wearing eight inch platform boots with six inch heels.

After coming to a stop, I am turned and pushed to my knees. The ring gag and foam earplugs are removed. Still blindfolded, to my right I hear a familiar voice ask, "Are you ready?" ”Yes,” is my response. "Are you here at your own free will, doing this by your own choice?" I repeat, “Yes.” "Are you under the persuasion or direction of anyone else?" My answer, “No.” "Do you understand what you are committing to?" ”Yes.” "Are you willing to submit to all that is required of you?" ”Yes.” "Do you understand the consequences of breaching this contract?" ”Yes.” "Do you have any questions?" ”No.” "Do you want to proceed with this ceremony?" ”Yes,” I reply. "Good. Let’s begin."

Jul 6
femdomstyle:

Quality bondage.

A dream come true.

femdomstyle:

Quality bondage.

A dream come true.

Jul 6
connierotten:

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I’m trying. I’m trying.

connierotten:

For more information dial comefuckme toll free

I’m trying. I’m trying.

Jul 6
cerisedaydreams:

cocklockedsub:

yummy

(via wonderthrust)

…and proud of it.

cerisedaydreams:

cocklockedsub:

yummy

(via wonderthrust)

…and proud of it.

Jul 6
soccerdomme:

Strap-on hell?  Looks to me like he’s in heaven.


Here’s a quickie before heading off to work.

soccerdomme:

Strap-on hell?  Looks to me like he’s in heaven.

Here’s a quickie before heading off to work.

Jul 6
I’d take that

I’d take that

Jul 5
connierotten:

I want to kiss you

Look at those sweet lips.

connierotten:

I want to kiss you

Look at those sweet lips.