On Display

The other day I was chatting with somebody and started talking about once when for the first time ever I was displayed to an audience.
It was an incredibly sexy experience and I will try to tell it as I remember it. It's some years ago, but it's still a delightful memory, firmly imprinted on my mind:

I had gotten to know Theo, accepted him as my Master, and he brought me to his home in France. He has a lovely house there, and one of its' best features is a big terrace, partly covered by a huge vine growing over a loggia. The terrace is secluded from probing eyes and curious neighbors.

After a couple of weeks alone with Theo in the house, where he worked at forming me to his needs and desires he one day suggested inviting some friends over for a party. We talked about it and he explained in broad outlines what he wanted to do at the party.

You have to understand something about the situation. Theo lives in the countryside. The French countryside is different than in many other countries because it has a fairly large population. There is only a four, five minute drive between villages many places and when you are up in the mountains and look out over the coastal plains you see the land scattered with small towns and villages. The circle of friends that Theo wanted to invite lived in an area from the italian border to the spanish and quite a bit inland. In practice this meant that a full party meant the whole weekend, all guests being housed in the house, plus one couple who took a hotelroom close by.

People strated to arrive friday evening. Quite a few had driven quite far and arrived late. A little food and some littkle socializing in the kitchen was all that happened. Everybody kept their clothes on and the conversation centered on the new museum in Bilbao as I seem to remember. Most people knew each other from before, only I and a german couple that Theo knew from Berlin were new. Very fast everybody was included and it was all very pleasant.

Saturday it all started. It would be an exaggeration to say that I had slept much that night, my feet and hands had been secured just enough so that it was impossible for me to touch myself where i wanted to touch.

In the morning Theo paid a lot of attention to dressing me. I ended up with silk stockings fastened to a garter belt. Actually the first time in my life I ever wore such a contraption, it felt strange. I had no panties on and my sex had been very carefully shaved and was very smooth I remember looking in the mirror and feeling a bit embarrassed because my sex was swollen and the slit glistened with moisture. I got a bra on with half-cups which lifted my breasts and left my nipples exposed.
Then Theo proceeded to secure my arms behind my back hand to opposite elbow and firmly secured there. It had the effect of pressing my chest forward and leaving my hands where they didn't interfere with whatever anybody wanted to do to me. It didn't take a genius to understand the purpose of that.
Suddenly Theo scooped some ice cubes from a bowl and rubbed my crotch with them. It had a shocking but also a very calming effect on me.
To finish the masterpiece I was draped in a dress that had no sleeves. It was low-cut showing a bit of cleavage in a silk/cotton material that draped itself easily over my body down to mid-thigh.

Breakfast was served on the terrace and it looked like a perfectly ordinary breafast scene. The only thing a little odd about it were five girls and a boy who were sitting on the floor being fed morsels from their masters' tables.

I remember looking out at the scene standing by Theos side as he called for everyones' attention. I was so excited and I was slowly disappearing into a trance-like condition. I remember hearing Theos words like they were coming from very far away:

"My dear, dear friends. I have asked you to come here today to meet a most delightful little slavegirl. This is Julie. She is twenty-two and claimed to be a slave-nature when we met. I have had the chance to get to know her and it is with great pleasure I can tell you that she is a very gracious, sweet-natured and intelligent little thing who loves our kind of games and all it entails"

By this time the tingling in my body made it almost impossible to stand still and I started making little movements and small whimpering noises. Theo laughed a little and stroked my head

-shush little girl, shush-

"As you can see, she is a redhead. I can assure you it is natural, the proof of it has been removed but I trust you will take my word for it. She is as you can see, lightly freckled and her skin has that wonderful, almost translucent quality frequently found in redheads. She is a hundred and sixtythree centimeters tall and weighs in at fiftyone kilos. As you can see, from the knees down, her legs are a little short and stubby. This is quite honestly the only negative feature I have been able to find in her body. Have patience and you will see for yourselves."

He turne towards me and said gently: "My dear, would you turn around, please - good - bend over a little. Thank you dear, hold it there"

I feel his hands lifting the dress slowly and with a clear sense of showmanship. "Oh -la-la, what a sight for the gods."

Suddenly I jump from a hard slap to my behind, not from the pain, just the surprise.

"Now ladies and gentlemen see how her skin colors beautifully just from a small slap. One of the many advantages of the redheads tender skin. Julie, please spread you legs a little my dear, like that, good. Bend over a little more, good, that's fine. Now my friends, in between here - relax girl - you can see her cunt - clearly our little Julie is excited with the proceedings it is her own secretions you can here sloshing around."

I felt so embarrassed as they all laughed.

"Turn araound dear, spread you legs, we all would like to admire your cunt in its full glory. Good, very good - now dear Friends the swollen state of her sex and the abundant wetness is of course situatinal and not part of her normal apearance. The noticably pronounced pudenda is however constant and its worth understanding that her slit is normally fairly open. Her inner labia are generally visible. (He spread my cuntlips) She is easily excited and actaually surprisingly moist almost constantly."

He was massaging my slit with the heel of his hand and there was this really loud whooping sound when he took his hand away. Again everybody laughed heartily

He lifted the dress over my head and I could see looks of appreciation from the guests. I felt strangely proud. (I actaully felt prouder there and then than I did when I got my master's degree)

He pinched my nipples and pulled them out hard to make them firmer and more visible over the bracups.

"She uses a C-cup and her nipples are very very sensitive. Aren't they my love?"

He squeezed the nipples hard and made me squirm. It wasn't enough and he suddenly squeezed and twisted so hard that it really hurt and it brought tears to my eyes.

"I think we shall remove this my dear and let your breasts free. Like that. Mybe you could run in place for us my dear, yes, like that, a little faster. There ladies and Gentlemen and slaves, that wonderful bounce certainly must convince you of the firm consistancy of her breasts and indeed of her flesh in general"

After a few more exercises in the same vein came the moment I had been waiting for with eager anticipation but also considerable trepidation.

" Now ladies and gentlemen, we also need to understand something about her pain tolerance and also that supremely aesthetic quality: beauty under the cane! I will use this slender bamboo cane on her breasts. Such a simple but yet effective and handy piece of equipment. A few cuts across her breasts, and a few across her nipples if my aim is good will undoubtedly do the trick."

It did the trick.

I could have gone on to tell you what happened after Theo proclaimed that everybody was of course free to examine me for themselves, but I am getting tired of writing now.

Love,
Julie

A morning on collarme

So I've spent yet another unproductive morning on Cm. Not that I am really looking much for new dominants given my calendar is pretty much full anyway. I think the reason I'm there at all is that elusive dream, meeting the perfect Owner. The one who I just see is the one to take me out of my present life and enslave me forever. Seeing a message from him/her/them and get that feeling of a weightless head, like a helium-filled baloon pulling me up towards the clouds, and job, profession, daily worries all become unimportant and meaningless.

All this is at the back of my mind, and I am the one insisting upon reality! Life is a paradox.

Instead i get all those messages that I don't even bother answering anymore, impolite as that may be. All those that talk of slavery, obedience, cages, pain and so on and so on....

I get messages from people who seem to be looking more for an unpaid maid than a sexual and emotional connection. In fact the need for an emotional connection seems to elude most people who proclaim their dominance and willingness to "own" another human very loudly. If people have no emotional attachment to any of their posessions, they are not my kind.

Another thing, and now I am really going to reveal what a snob I am. I may be a slavenature, but i'm also a snob!
Why are there so many people from the lower social-economic demographic on Cm.?
Why are there so many representatives of the idiot side of the culture war here?

Just wondering, that's all....

DREAMING

I dream. Night-dream and day-dream. The day dreams are the interesting ones.

I am always naked. My breats are feeling heavy, in my belly there are ants running around. My pussy is moist, soon wet. I am on my knees, thighs spread, my hands are resting on the floor beside me, palms up. my nipples are puckered, bigger than normal and getting hard.

I shiver in anticipation.

In my mind I feel the enormous relief and lightness that comes fromthe ultimate freedom. The real freedom of not acting, thinking, meaning, Just being. Being owned. Being ruled by another.

Just yielding to owners quiet friendly voiced orders. Formulated as requests, but never leaving any doubt that they are precise instructions.

-Lean back, please, and push your hips forward - he says quietly. I would never dream of not doing as he says, because he has by his words decided what I will do.

-Good little girl, he says. He grabs my crotch and feels the smooth skin of the freshly shaved cuntflesh. I delight in feeling the pressure of his firm hand and give a little noise of contentment as I feel two fingers pressing decisively into my cunt.

Leaning back with body and soul in perfect warm happy contentment that my master is taking his pleasure with me I relax and I am about to sink into a state of soft, warm, fluffy happiness when I scream as the sharp cane cuts across my breasts, hurting a nipple with a hard, painfull sting, bringing tears to my eyes and small whimpers to my mouth.

It is followed by a series of cuts criss crossing my belly. He hits hard today, very hard. I know bellyflesh will rise into angry red welts in a few minutes.

the tears are running now and i am crying for real now, and I know this excites my master and that makes me happy.

Suddenly the caning stops, my legs are forced even wider apart and I feel my master entering me and filling my cunt and my lower belly with his cock and I feel every inch of my cuntflesh being massaged and rubbed by his cock and again the special feeling of happiness at being used by my master fills me.

Writing this makes me wet and I will go somewhere and masturbate. All for now folks, hope you enjoyed it!