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Vile And Heather

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First Mynx’s Sir thank you what you did truly means a lot, I appreciate your input and for speaking your mind. MCH awesome thank you, and Oceanswater thank you, and the rest of you..

Cheekyhousewife I have much love for ya, and I am not being sarcastic. I believe not allowing fellow Dominants or men to follow your blog would be a bad idea, unless they are being rude.
I got a rise out of you, that is what I like. Everybody for the most agrees with me, although at times there are those who speak up, it is not very often.

A couple of years ago I was seeing a Jehovah Witness , yea imagine that, I never would of thought. I stopped it when I found out she was married. Her husband knocked on the door one night crying, really pretty pathetic I would think…
Prior to that he had ran to the elders of the Hall spilling his family’s life , and why he could not run his own home. So I imagine these old men got off on all of the nasty stories.

Slave Lynn fuck 5’10 145lbs or so, and could fuck like a wild bronco. It was not until after I broke it off I discovered she had ruined my bedroom carpet because she squirted so much. I seldom even turned on my bedroom light anyway, then one morning I turned on the light and I looked and thought what the fuck. Even after cleaning it, it still would not come completely clean, fucking DNA all over my room.

Lynn had told me about all of her sexual adventures prior to meeting me.
One that sticks out was a Guy she had been talking to on the internet and the phone as well. She had agreed to come to his house, and knock on the door blindfolded.
She did just that, and she took a beating a bad beating. Why on earth a Submissive, a Slave or a female would even think of doing such a thing is beyond me, but it happens and it happens on a daily basis.

Okay so you spend time chatting with some guy who claims to be a Dom, then you talk on the phone. You still do not know him. That is what is so awesome about the internet you can be who you want to be, and no one knows the difference..

A very good friend of mine a Baby Girl who I think of as a sister has been raped, because she trusted. I know a submissive who lives in Jacksonville Florida whom I had never met but we were friends online for years, she had been raped three or four times..

Lynn who I knew I would never have a relationship with well long term anyway because I did not fit in her family circle, and I would not hide who I was, but for that time she filled a void.
She would come over Friday afternoon, clean, and cook 5 meals for me, suck and fuck and go home Sunday morning, in time for church, I truly had it made.
I fucked her on the first night, which I do not believe in, but hey it had been a while and she was fucking hot, well over 6ft in heels, and everyone I knew wanted to fuck her.
It was fun until her whiny husband came over crying. If I had known she was married I would of never started seeing her. Another down fall was she was a masochist and that was not really my thing. So yea it would of never lasted, and once she started bringing watch towers over I knew. Really your going to try and convert me wow.

Now we go back some 17 years or more, I was still in the figuring out stage. I knew I wanted a long term relationship but I did not know with whom or what type of slave I wanted.
So I spent my time going from woman to woman, and most I never even fucked. It was someone to take out to dinner, maybe catch a movie. We all get lonely from time to time. So While I was searching and looking I was not sure who or what I needed..

So then came Heather, Heather at that time was way to needy for what I wanted, and she talked a lot and I was not in the mood for any kids either, and she had two from two different men.

It took sometime for me to agree to even meet Heather, mainly because of the kids, but I agreed.
When we went out she was wearing this skirt that was so short it barely covered her ass cheeks which I thought was pretty hot, and she did not look like she had two kids either.

You know I was still young and trying to find my place, but more important trying to find myself. The only thing I knew for sure is I knew how to inflict pain.

In my prior post I used the word fucked, I didn’t really fuck Heather, but I did fuck her mouth.
One thing that has always been a problem well maybe not a problem but just weird. I could not have sex with just anyone, because I had to have that connection, and I was able to tell if there was a connection by kissing, that would tell everything. If I did not have it then nothing was going to happen.

Cheeky I can understand where you would get upset, but we are all different, we all have different needs. Have you read these other blogs where these young subs are seeing married men ? Those who are being abused mentally and some physically.

I appreciate your comments Cheeky I really do, but as Dominants we all go through a learning process.
As much as I would like to say being a Dominant is an easy job, well it is not. I am available 24/7 , seven days a week, 366 days a year.

A good question would of been, hey vile why would you treat someone that way? How could you do that?

The main thing I want to point out is when I told her to strip, she could of said no. When I told her to open her mouth she could of said no, but she came over to my house with the intentions of fucking.
I never led her on, I never said anything about a serious relationship.
I never misled her not one time. At anytime she could of said no or stop, or just take me home.

Now was I a total prick? Does it look like abuse? Sure it does without a question. Did I use her? I blew my load right down into her stomach.

I call it facial abuse, face fucking, throat fucking, you get the picture.

Now one last thing Cheeky, I have been nothing but respectful towards you, and I will always be respectful towards you.
I expect the same in return.
Sometimes we just need to let things soak in before we make a comment..

Much loveslave12

Vile

Our School Whore

Posted in @vile62 on Twitter, anal sex, Argue, bdsm, Bondage, Dirty Paper Back Books, Face Fucking, fucking, outdoor bondage, school whore, sucking cock, whore on April 2, 2014 by thekinkyworldofvile

Martin lived next door to us, poor man worked his ass off and 6 kinds all under the age of 10, there were a set of twins and triplets with those numbers, how unlucky can a man be. So they moved and they had piled a bunch of shit on the curb. Robbie my best friend and I were going through the stuff and I came across these little paper back books, my dad had some of the same ones but these were more geared towards forced sex. Some of the covers had women tied up, so I grabbed a hand full of them and hid them in my bedroom.

One book that kinda sticks out was called. How I broke that bitch. I must of read it a 100 times. Bondage, ass fucking, face fucking, slapping, spanking. In this book there were no floggers there were belts and whips, no mention of ropes just chain, and just using her as a fuck toy.

Getting on the bus going to school one morning I was passing a girl and I just looked down at her, and it flashed in my mind. She was tied up and I was fucking her ass as hard as I could. She could not scream because she was gagged but I could hear the whimpers. I shook my head and headed to my seat.

Beverly if you wanted to just fuck that was the girl to see, she was cute not beautiful, but had a body to die for. Back then our phone system was really fucked up, we had a thing called a party line. A lot of the times you had to wait for someone to hang up before you could make a call. Or you could listen in to conversations, grins.

I had only been at this school for about 6 months I did not fit in. I remember the first day I walked into the homeroom class and I looked around I was thinking this is not good. All the guys were wearing cover hauls and cowboy boots, real short crew cut, and had cups sitting on their desk to spit in. Red Man Chewing Tobacco, how fucking gross was that. The girls all in real tight jeans and short shorts most in cowboy boots.

So I walked in, my hair is midway down to my back, platinum blonde, I was wearing a jean suite, it was white, and I was wearing a red silk shirt with french cuffs, and yes platform shoes. How much worse can this day fucking get.

I started working at 14 and everything I made I spent on clothes, I wanted to look good. If you look good you feel good.  Even back then an outfit was like 90 dollars, and 35 or 40 for shoes. Tennis shoes I wore pro keds that was the in thing then, but all my pants were bell bottoms. It was not a good start to the school year but it got better. It took me some six months before any of the guys would talk to me, except for robbie he was like a geek

One day during break the guys were playing baseball and one of the guys throw a ball at me and I picked it up and threw it back, he said I threw like a girl, and he threw it back at me. This time I thought about it and I wound up and I threw it side arm, and you could hear the leather SMACK. Jimmy took off his catchers mit and shook his hand, and just looked at me.

So I was asked to join the local baseball team. The coach came over to our house and had talked to my parents about me cutting my hair. No fucking way dude.  So when we played I had to tuck in in my shirt. They had me as a starting pitcher, but after the first game I was pulled in the 4th inning, because my arm was so swolling. At the age of 15 I was throwing 78 miles per hour. After that I would just come out in the 6th or 7th inning . I had never played before, and people loved to watch me pitch because of the side arm but when I released the ball is was like my whole body came up off of the pitchers mound. I was loved.

So talking on the phone with Beverly, I talked her into coming over to my house, one Saturday morning , as we were sitting in my bedroom talking I could tell she was flirting with me a little and I saw this wet spot in her jean shorts which covered up nothing.

I said lets take a walk, we walked out to the barn and I grabbed some rope, and we headed out towards the woods. She said what are you going to do with the rope, and I said I am going to tie you up.  All I could think about was that fucking book. How I broke That Bitch.

Once out where I wanted to be, I told her to strip , I then told her to sit up against the tree and put her hands above her head. I tied her wrist, threw the rope over a tree branch. Then I tied a rope around her waist to the tree. I unzipped my pants walked up and put my cock in her mouth, and started fucking her mouth. I could feel that I was about to cum so I stopped, I reached down untied her waist told her to stand and bend over. I slid my cock into her wet pussy she was soaked and I just started pounding her. What I did not know until it was to late. I had pulled out so far and when I shoved it back in it went right in her ass, then she started screaming, and I blew my load. I untied her hands and she just turned around and hugged me, the hug was tight. I did not get it, I was like okay lets go but she would not let go of me. We must of stood there a good half hour. From that time on she was like butter in my hands. I remember at the movies one night she was with her boyfriend and I walked up tapped her on her shoulder and she got up and followed me. We walked in the mens bathroom walked in a stall and unzipped my pants and she dropped to her knees, I came and she went back to her seat. She had become a regular fuck.

After that time in the woods something just clicked, my whole outlook on life changed. My attitude changed. I became more observant when out. I would see couples and I would think I am not going to be like that. My parents always use to argue. I had made up my mind I would never live the way they did always fighting and yelling at each other.

Thank you Martin for leaving those books out. My dad had the same ones but they were more like baby sitter stories, nothing like How I broke That Bitch.

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Training Your Slave Humiliation is needed

Posted in 24/7, abuse, Adapt, Aftercare, anal sex, anticipation, Arianna, ass fucking, Baby Girl, bdsm, Commit, commitment, communication, Consensual, consequences, Consistency, consistent, control, Dominant, Dominants, Dress Protocol, emotional, Emotions, Face Fucking, Humiliation, Humiliation Training, Local events, MAST, Master, Master And Slave, Protocol, Protocol public, Punishment, Rules, serve, sex, slave, slut, Structure, Submission, submissive, sucking cock, Train your slave, training your slave, Verbal abuse, whore on February 23, 2014 by thekinkyworldofvile

You meet and you get to know each other, and you are both ready. You have already talked about your likes as well as your dislikes. Being in a Master and Slave relationship there is really no negotiation, so it is much different than living in a D’s or Domestic Discipline relationship.

The Master explains what he needs and wants the Slave either agrees or she does not. In most cases the Master will not bend so it is very important that the Slave has a clear understanding of what their relationship will be like.

The training I have never been one to explain what will take place or when. Most of the time once the training begins and the Slave really has no idea she has already started her new life.

As your training progresses the Slave will begin to adapt. Your looking at maybe two weeks before you see any real progress.

You the Master must remain calm and cool throughout the entire process. You must be able to maintain complete control of your anger and emotions, anger has no place within the lifestyle.

While getting to know each other you both share what is expected, although there is no negotiation to Master must be clear and upfront., and everything must be explained in great detail, even when it comes to rules and protocols. The Master needs to go into such detail so when finished there are no questions, and there is a clear understanding what is expected from the Slave.

In my world the training process is like a long road of mind fuck. Never knowing what to expect, when or where. Most of the time you can train your Slave and she has no clue.

At the start of training the Slave may notice somethings , she may see how she is adjusting, and soon her train of thought will begin to change.

If the Master begins with positive reinforcement then in most cases the resistance factor will be very low, but if your only pointing out the bad then it may rise to a higher level.

The idea is not to want to punish, the idea is to keep from any type of punishment. This is done with clear communication, and being able to understand your Slave. You have to know how far you can push and when to back off. Although you may go into the relationship with very few limits, those limits in place must be respected. If you surpass those limits you have allowed you will lose all trust, and the training is now at a total stand still.

The Mind Fuck Training, everyday should be something new, even if you just change things up a little. . The idea behind not explaining what is going to happen during the Training process is to keep the Slave thinking. If you keep that frame of mind they will follow, they will observe, and they will take in.

One of the first things I do is limit the Slaves space within the home. I walk the Slave through the house and tell her where she is allowed to sit or stand. In the beginning furniture is never allowed. You are taking something away that the slave is use to. Even dining at times I had Arianna sit next to me on the floor and I would feed her myself. I controlled what she ate and how much, I controlled what she drank and how much. The entire training process is about control.

About a week into the process I start adding times, adding time I mean what time to go to bed, what time to take a shower, what time to eat, everything has a time, and everything must be on time. This is a control thing. Being in control is remaining consistent , on a daily basis, an hourly bases, and by the minute.

Humiliation plays a huge part in the training of your Slave, although I do not condone any type of abuse, and some forms of humiliation is abuse in my eyes. I believe some humiliation is needed in the training process. Most females are not use to being exposed. This is why I limit the time clothes can be worn, again it is a time thing, everything has a time. Slave positions I do not use often but during training I feel they are very important, this brings the humiliation factor in, again most are not use to being fully exposed.

The inspection position I call is on knees head down the slave reaches around and spreads her ass open. Fully exposed. This is the time you become vocal. Speak about how much you enjoy seeing her in this position. Speak about how hard it would be for you to be a slave you could never see yourself in such a position. That is position number two. One is on back legs spread the slave pulling her pussy open. You the Master sitting on the couch or a chair, again being vocal.

The use of slave positions and being vocal puts the slave in a very humble state of mind, I did the positions almost daily, and at the same time, again everything has a time. This is not something you are sharing with the slave but time means everything.

Use your Slave and use on a regular basis. Now is the time you do not care about aftercare, the word aftercare should not even come up. If the Slave should bring it up, the question should be ignored. You the Master you do not have to explain yourself, the Slave has to do the explaining. Remember we are speaking of a Master Slave relationship not a D’s. The D’s relationship everything is planned out before hand.

Use your Slave and use regularly without question or telling the Slave what is going to happen. On your knees open mouth. I truly enjoy face fucking, I think with me it is a control thing. On your knees hands behind back NOW as I push my cock in I instruct her to stay still and just hold it. Once I am hard I start to pump her mouth, just like I am fucking her pussy. Don’t swallow let it just flow from your mouth just drool. five maybe ten minutes just stop and walk away instructing the slave to get up . Say nothing about cleaning up, just carry on as if nothing happened. Go to the bedroom, position number one. Pull to the edge of the bed, again becoming vocal. Tell the Slave how much you admire her, slide your cock in and just fuck like there is no tomorrow, dump your load, pull her by the hair on the floor instruct to suck you clean, once done just walk away leaving the Slave there to gather her thoughts on just what happened. Anal sex do not ask you take, of course you may choose to use lube or use their mouth for lube, do not ask take what is yours.

Do not allow your Slave to cum without your permission. Remember you now own. The Slave is for your pleasure. You control everything. The Slave should only be allowed when permission is asked and granted.

Having the Slave in a very humble state of mind along with humiliation, allows you to continue, and continue with the least resistance. Again you never explain yourself.

Names the calling of names in my training process is very important. Just as never being exposed or humiliated, the same would go with the calling of names, again this is a Master Slave relationship.

If the Slave is sitting on the floor simply walk by snap your fingers. Follow me whore, follow me slut. Once she begins to follow and she will. Stop wait, snap fingers follow me whore. On your knees hands behind back. Yes my favorite. Face fuck finish and walk away.

As your progress in the first week you want to start implementing rules. Remember every rule must have a meaning, every rule is meant to improve the Slave on a daily basis, and every rule has a time, again time means everything. Protocols are also part of the training process. How to stand, walk, talk, with whom you may talk to, when and where. Service position standing legs shoulder width apart hands behind back.

Again being consistent is the key and it is the only key that will allow you to open each door. You being consistent will make your slave consistent, you being consistent will allow your slave to retain what you are teaching.

At night once the Slave ask you permission to enter the bed. You talk about what has happened that day. This should be the slaves time. The slave should be able to express their feeling about what has happened. How they feel about what happened.

If you the Master during any part of the training you let your emotions get in the way you will fail. The Slave will spot this and see this as a weakness. Weak is not what we want to be seen as.

You are changing their entire thought process, as I have posted before a type of mind modification. You are training someone to fit your needs and wants

Time is the biggest factor everything has a time. if bedtime is 9.30 then bedtime is 9.30 every night. If shower time is 5.30 then shower time is 5.30 everyday. Time is the most important factor. The thing is in most cases the slave will never catch on, or even think about it, but everything will fall into place, and things will be done without a thought.

The ninety day factor, ninety days tells everything. This is the I want this or fuck you I am leaving. If they choose to leave chances are they will return in a short time. Why is this? You have changed their entire thought process, this falls back to the mind modification. Things on the outside are not as simple as they once were, their world now looks different, they no longer have that structure.

I know some of you women are thinking what the fuck? Does this really happen? Indeed it does. Remember every Master has a different process, some training is not as extensive, some training does not go as deep, some training has no humiliation.

I can tell you this when we are out this is more so at a local function, a Munch or A MasT meeting people are amazed at how Arianna carry’s herself, how she acts, how she speaks, how she dresses. How she follows my protocols. If asked a question she looks at me waiting for approval before speaking

The same training would not go for a submissive or a Baby Girl. There is a different mindset. I have been with a submissive, I was a Daddy for seven years. The training and care is much different. We are talking about a Slave and only a Slave.

Once you are past that ninety day number you can let up some, you can now let aftercare in the picture some, but you have to remain consistent I cannot stress that enough. You must stick to your word, you must be truthful at all times. If you say your going to do something then do it. If your going to punish you must explain why, and you must have a VALID reason.

Your Slave must be allowed to have contact with family at all times. The Slave should be allowed free time after the first week. I can assure you they will need a breather.

Remind on a regular bases you own them, be it just in general conversation or while using sexually. You own them they are owned property. After each rule have the words You Are Owned. Those words will have a great effect. Remember we are visual.

If your in a LDR relationship you must still have a VALID reason when you punish, not being able to send a video with your submissive masturbating is not a VALID reason.

Everything you do has to have a VALID reason.

A submissive or Baby girl has rights. They have the right to what was promised, they have the right to be treated the way they were promised, and they have the right to walk away.

A man, a Dom, A Master Or A Daddy if you cannot keep your word that is abuse. If you lie that is abuse, if you punish without a Valid reason that is abuse. If you cannot control your temper that is abuse, screaming and yelling that is abuse. If you give nothing in return that is abuse. If you are like any of the above you have no place within the lifestyle and you are a piece of shit.

Just wanted to add that has nothing to do with training, but in a way it could I suppose

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Training And Fear And Fucking

Posted in Adapt, Aftercare, anal sex, Arianna, ass fucking, bdsm, Consistency, consistent, control, Daddy Dom, Discipline, Dominance, Dominants, emotional, Emotions, Face Fucking, Fear, fucking, gagging, Giving Head, Golden showers, Honesty, Humiliation, Humiliation Training, Lie, Master, Mind Fuck, My Bitch, oral sex, piss, Protocol, punish, Punishment, Rough Sex, Rules, Scared, Security, slave, Submission, submissive, sucking cock, Task, Total Power Exchange, Total Submission, TPE, use your submissive, whore on December 11, 2013 by thekinkyworldofvile

The first ninety days is the most important when it comes to training. I myself thing that once you put a plan together it is very important to stick to it.

The fear comes from the submissive, the not knowing what is going to happen, more so not knowing what to expect. There may be a little fear within the submissive not knowing if they will please or be able to meet your standards.

Training day begins I do not share anything, I do not give any ideas about what I am going to do. Just like I explained to Arianna watch and listen. That is all you really have to do.

Remember the Submissive will adapt to their new surroundings, and most will without question as long as you the Dominant keeps your word.

If you are new to the lifestyle the first ninety days will tell you if you really want to be part of a D’s relationship, in some cases it may take less than a week.

The first ninety days I gave no punishment, we were actually almost six months into our relationship before I had to punish Arianna. As a punishment I do not believe in spanking, because most who are submissive enjoy being spanked, so what is the point in doing something they enjoy when you punish. Arianna on the other hand is not into pain at all, so I decided that my best approach was to spank and I set that ass on fire. .

During the first ninety days a lot of positive reinforcement is needed, the idea is not to break down, but to build up. We want to point out the good, but we also need to correct when something is not done correctly. A firm voice without yelling or humiliating . The fear factor comes into play.

Your plan you must stick to exactly what you have planned, if you try to change things up you as the Dominant can get distracted, and may cause a little confusion.

The truth and always the truth, the first thing we tell a submissive is to always be truthful, never lie and always be upfront. If we cannot abide by the truth we cannot expect the submissive to. If we lie how can we expect the submissive to always be truthful. Once you gain their trust, that is the easy part, the hard part is keeping it. Once you break that trust you can almost never get it back.

I only started out with 4 rules as we progressed I added a few more. Handing someone a page full of rules, can really cause confusion, and again fear, the fear of forgetting. Some Dominants will hand out 25 maybe 50 rules and say you have to memorize each and everyone. Ask him if he knows them word for word, if not why or how could he expect you to. Rules are meant to give structure, and guidance. Rules are meant to be a reference for daily life.. If you give out to many at one time, the submissive will become overwhelmed , and feel like they are being set up for failure. Also rules we take bad habits and turn them into good ones. If you do this in a short time the Dominant will see a great improvement in any areas that needed work.

I was talking to a Submissive on the phone a couple of weeks ago, her and her Daddy Dom had split. When she broke a rule he would not punish, so there were no consequences for her actions, he was more worried what was for dinner.

I have found from past experiences if you do not stand by what you say and do what you mean you can lose control, again once you start to lose that control it is impossible to regain again. You cannot sit there and say I will change because it is to late. I changed because I let my feelings get in the way when it came to punishing or enforcing rules. I had a huge guilty feeling come over me and I no longer wanted to punish. In the end I lost control. Keeping our word is very important.

Arianna has daily task that has to be completed just like this am a list was completed and I will go through it and either keep it the way it is or I will veto if I feel she has put to much on herself. She has had a rough couple of days emotionally so I stepped in and helped out a little, yea I did dishes, cooked breakfast. Eggs bacon and sausage. I made her watch as I put three eggs into the frying pan and I flipped her without breaking a yoke. I broke one of mine so one out of six is not bad. Dinner I made a taco salad. We should step in at times and take some of the weight off of their shoulders. I like to show my appreciation.

From time to time I believe a little fear is needed, just like a little humiliation is needed. Sometimes the submissive starts to lose that feeling of submission, so we want to put them back in that mode..

Not long ago we were in our Den watching TV , Arianna was nude, I was on the couch she was on the floor, just looking at her drove me crazy. So I told her to spread, and she has these huge lips that look like butterfly lips that just makes me go bonkers. I stood up undressed crawled on top and just started fucking her as hard as I could. I wrapped my hand around her throat, and told her she was my whore, she was my cunt, but I had changed my voice up a little deeper , slower and I could see this look in her eyes. I told her to fuck me back and push, when she pushes I can feel her pussy grip my cock, and then her rocking her hips just WOW.

So I got up pulled her up by her hair and shoved my cock in her mouth  and started face fucking her, one hand one her chin and the other on the top of her head, pushing my cock in as as far as it would go.. Calling her my bitch, my whore, telling her that I owned her. After a few minutes I grabbed her by her hair again and pulled her into the kitchen bending her over the trash can and back in her pussy, I fucked her for a few minutes then I slipped it out and right into her ass. One hand around her throat the other with a handful of hair I banged her as hard as I could until I dumped my load. I then grabbed her hair taking her to the bathroom put her on her knees and I pissed all over her Tits, then came the cold shower. To me golden showers shows that I own, ownership.

She was scared, she did not know how to take my actions. After it was all said and done came the aftercare which was truly needed. I believe aftercare is needed but at times I am not at my best. So I am trying tp improve in that area.

The change in my voice, the way I was fucking, really confused her, not knowing how to act or respond but she went along with what I wanted to do and how I used her. It is good to have sex, sex makes life good. On the other hand it is okay to just use your submissive. Sometimes I will tell Arianna to go to the bedroom and strip putting her on the bed pulling her to the edge, fuck her and tell her to get dressed. Using puts them in that submissive state of mind.

The mind fuck, last week we went out for Mexican we were both stuffed Arianna was in the bathroom washing up and I told her to hurry, I said I have the brown bath towel on the bed I was ready. Her first thoughts were oh god he is going to face fuck me and I am going to puke. She procrastinated  for a good ten minutes once she walked in the bedroom and she saw no towel the look in her eyes were priceless. The mind fuck can be a very powerful, you can mind fuck even when joking, keeps them thinking.

You can tell when your cared for as well, the hug the kiss the way someone listens when your talking, you can just tell. I was getting head and Arianna asked if I wanted to finish in her ass, I love those words Fuck my ass. I had other plans though, I told her to lay on her side her mouth on my cock and I started fucking just like I was pounding her pussy, her arms were moving in the air her legs were kicking, I stopped from time to time to allow her to breath then right back at it, until I blew my load. It is okay to use your property. There is a very pleasing feeling that comes across your submissive when they know they have pleased.

Never share what your training plan is about. slowly implement things on a daily basis, give small hands on test. Such as Once I thought Arianna was ready I invited a Dom and Slave to our home and she was in full service, I am not talking sexually. When they both set down she was standing legs shoulder width apart arms behind back waiting for instructions for drinks and dinner. When training you train to fit your needs and wants. The submissive you train to fit their needs, their wants come later. If you say no then mean no, if you say yes then mean yes.

A little fear can be good with the proper aftercare the same with a little humiliation.

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Vile

What I want , What I get

Posted in 24/7, abuse, Acceptance, anal sex, Arianna, Ass, ass fucking, bdsm, Bond, Collar, control, controlling, Dating, Dominants, Email, Ex Dominant, inhibitions, kinky, Loyal, Master, Masters, Meeting, Micromanagement, My Bitch, oral, oral sex, Protocol, sex, slave, slut, submissive, whore on July 16, 2013 by thekinkyworldofvile

I consider myself one of the luckiest men, husbands , Dominant, and Master in the world.

Time has really flown by what seems like eight months to me seems like eight days. I remember the first time I met Arianna for the first time in my life I was speechless, then when she exited the car, I was thinking Fuck Me. She was and is still very hot, a body built for sin.

So I took a deep breath whew, and walked up and introduced myself thinking I do not have a chance in this life time, but my head held high I spoke with confidence, taking in every word she said. My eyes wondered up and down just taking in her firm body, her beautiful eyes and smile. I was thinking there is noway she can be as nervous as I am.

Getting her to meet me was a challenge as well, she had just ended a relationship with an older Dominant. They never went anyplace, he never took her out and was an old 55 as she puts it.

Then I received her second email, and she began to explain her feelings about older men and she was just not sure if I would be able to keep up, not sexually but in general. Finely she agreed to meet me. The first meeting was a couple of hours talking and getting to know each other. She said she had to leave and she would text later.

Okay it is done no way no how it was good while it lasted. I just and watched her car vanish. I swear all I was thinking about was watching her get out of the car, blood rushed down to my dick so fast I got dizzy. Fucking WOW.

An hour passed and nothing, two hours and nothing, okay I will text her. So I hope you made it home safe, it was good to meet you, and I fully understand if I am not your type. I waited what seemed like a life time, then a text. Can I come over tomorrow? I almost dropped my fucking phone.

It was about a week and Arianna was staying at night getting up and going to work. I felt good, I felt alive again, it had been two years since my last break up. I had dated in between, but really met some wacko’s , I was beginning to think well just fuck it your doing good alone now, no worries.

I had been in a state of depression for sometime, I suppose due to my last relationship. I had lost that drive, I had lost that caring part, you know fuck it.

Arianna sparked something deep inside, I felt like a plant that had not been watered for a very long time, then I was sit outside in the rain, what an awesome feeling. I could now breath.

Everyone comes with some baggage, everyone has some problems , so we have to decide if this is a trail we want to take. Do we want to explore this avenue? Do we want this type of responsibility? I did do a lot of inner searching and my conclusion was yes this is something I can do. Although I had said before I wanted no part of a micromanaged relationship. What changed my mind is how well we clicked, the communication. Most of all how well Arianna’s training was progressing.

Arianna emailed her Ex Dom to inform him once again it was over and she would not be back. The return email was not so friendly, You fucking whore, you fucking cunt, what a slut you are, you are worthless. I own you until this date then you are released.

I was thinking WOW really this is coming from a 55 year old Dom you had 30 years of experience.

So I emailed the Kind Sir, his first email was pretty nasty, but my reply was calm, and after a few he had calmed as well. I stated that BDSM must be different where he lives because where I am from Dominants do not act in the manner he was acting. I also stated that I thought in order for someone to be released one had to be collard and it was my understanding Arianna had never been.

Can I come back over tomorrow, yea I almost dropped my phone, I waited about five minutes before I replied. Um yea sure you can we will see where things go, and how we get along. We spent the next couple of hours texting, I remember I could not sleep at all that night, I just tossed and turned my mind was racing 200 miles an hr.

What I wanted was the whole picture, like before I was not going to bend or give in and settle for less like I had in the past. Pussy was to easy to come by and I wanted more. I wanted to settle down with not one, but the one.

I wanted a partner first off, a Slave someone who had a slaves heart, someone who had the need to be a slave. I wanted a best friend. I wanted a slut, a whore all rolled into one. I wanted someone with little to no inhibitions , someone who was open to new things, an open mind. I wanted a Slave who was willing to give up full control.  I wanted someone who wanted an open line of communication, someone who would listen and I knew they were.

Bamm it happened on her second visit I knew this was the one. I could almost read her mind, I knew what she was going to say before she spoke. I knew without a doubt she was the one.

I went into great detail about what I was looking for, I left no card unturned, I explained I would not bend nor would I give in, it was Viles way or no way. She agreed she wanted to see where things would go but wanted to move slowly. I knew right then it was game on. I only had but one thing to do, and that was to prove who and what I was.

First I started introducing her to others I knew in the lifestyle, kinda like references if you will. I wanted to make Arianna feel more comfortable , knowing that she was with someone who really knew what they were doing. Then the key was to stay consistent on a daily basis.

I remember the first time I offered a collar and she declined. It really blew my mind, but I did not let it bother me, she just explained she was not ready. After a month or so she asked me if she could wear my collar. I knew then we were headed for a lifetime relationship.

What some fail to see is anyone could have a total life of bliss, a relationship that is a true sign of perfection.

Why argue? No one can give me a reason why two people would argue. Over Money? Jealousy? To controlling ? Spending to much money ? Are these valid reasons to fuck your day up or a couple of days.

Your woman should be your only concern, your woman should come first before anyone. You as a man or Dom should never raise your hand out of anger, you should never call out names out of anger. You the Dominant should be in full control at all times.

One should never push limits to the breaking point. Most Dominants will try to push or go beyond ones limits, why? just because it is there.

So what I wanted. I wanted a Slave not a Submissive, I wanted a Slave. I wanted full control. I wanted loyalty no questions asked. I wanted a one on one relationship no questions asked. I wanted a Slave who would follow my house rules, my protocols , my dress codes. I wanted someone who was smart, intelligent, I wanted a Slave who could and wanted to communicate, one that could express her feelings. I wanted a Slave I could confide in. I wanted a Slave who would voice her opinion if I was about to make a mistake, that I value more than anything. I did not want a house keeper, nor a cook. I did not want someone to do my laundry.

What do I get ? Everything a man could dream of.

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