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Susan arrived home with a smile on her face and a spring in her step. Her long blond ponytail bobbed happily behind her as she made her way to the kitchen. She’d had a great day training out of shape losers at the gym. Getting paid to put fat couch potatoes through their paces was her dream job. They would work and sweat to lift a hundred pounds as she watched. Then she would lift three hundred pounds in front of them. Susan could practically see their dicks shrivel as she stripped them of the last of their manhood.
Her hot pink athletic shorts and white ribbed tank top superbly showcased her strong tanned arms and legs. The U-shaped neckline framed the top of her ample cleavage, teasing gazers by concealing her exquisite bosom. Although she was supremely fit and well-built, her features were still feminine enough to make onlookers drool with desire.
While neither of us has ever work again, for reasons you’ll read about in a minute, Susan kept her job just to humiliate a variety of fat losers, and I kept mine as a weekly columnist as an excuse to voice my political opinion.
Susan’s sneakers squeaked on the linoleum as she playfully skidded into the kitchen. I was chopping onions when she kissed my long neck. I’m a tall slender woman with long legs and chiseled features. I keep my jet black hair in a short butch cut to project an air of harsh power. I enjoy feeling powerful and cruel.
Being a newspaper columnist I have the luxury of working from home. Thus, I was dressed comfortably in black shin length tights, a black tube top with chrome studs adorning the top edge, and black and white gladiator sandals which showcased my perfectly polished black toenails.
“Hey Rachel,” she said. “Where’s the loser?”
I paused playfully pretending to think. “I think I left him in his room,” I finally said.
“Sweet, do I have time for some fun before supper?” Susan said.
I nodded. “Let me pop this into the oven and I’ll join you,” I said.
A minute after I put the vegan lasagna in to cook, we were standing over a naked man who was shivering in a fetal position on the dirty mattress of his bedroom. I say ’bedroom,’ but there’s no actual bed. We keep him on a used mattress on the floor in the corner of the black painted windowless room and do what we want to him, whenever we want.
You see, Saul has Cerebral Palsy, which means he has full sensation, but can’t control his body to walk, feed himself, or do anything else with his arms and legs. He’s completely at our mercy. Saul is fifty, twenty years older than I am, and inherited a fortune when his parents died.
Being crippled and lonely, it was easy to seduce him. Once we were married, I’d been content to be kind to him and simply sponge off of his millions. We’d been married a few weeks when he told me his fantasy. He confessed to having a fantasy about being at the mercy of a sadistic female caregiver.
We started slowly, mind you. I wouldn’t let him have butter on his bread, or sauce on his pasta, I only gave him warm water to drink, etc… Plus, he had to keep his eyes down, call me ’ma’am,’ that kind of thing.
The more I got into it, the more I got turned on by being a sadistic BDSM slave owner. Seeing him suffer came to make me wet with pleasure. Eventually, I fired his nurses and moved Susan, my real lover, into the house. We have his money, property, and him as our plaything, our BDSM slave.
“P-p-p-please f-feed me t-t-t-today,” he begged with a labored stutter.
I looked at Susan confused. “Did you give the maggot permission to speak?” I said.
“I didn’t give the maggot permission to speak,” she said. “Did you give the maggot permission to speak?”
“I didn’t give the maggot permission to speak either,” I said. “Nobody gave you permission to speak Maggot! Besides, I fed you yesterday. Do you ever get fed two days in a row?!?!”
“N-n-no M-m-mistress R-r-Rachel,” he said with his nose to the mattress.
“Sounds like somebody is being selfish,” I said. “Who has the right to be selfish in this house?”
“Y-y-you and M-m-mistress S-s-s-susan have the r-r-right to be selfish,” he struggled to say.
“And, how selfish do we have the right to be?” Susan said.
“Y-y-you and M-m-mistress R-r-Rachel have the r-r-right to be o-o-one h-h-h-hundred p-p-percent s-s-s-selfish,” he said.
“And, do you have the right to be selfish?” I said.
“That’s right Shit Stain! Come to think of it, you have no rights at all! I think you should be punished for your selfishness. What do you think Susan? “
“I think you’re right dear. In fact, since he asked for food out of turn, I think he can go two extra days between meals.”
It was Tuesday, and my nether regions moistened at the thought of making him wait until Saturday to eat whatever we decided to feed him. Sometimes it was thin oatmeal, sometimes baby food, or even dog food. It just depended on what amused us at the moment.
“Brilliant!” I said with a wide smile. “Of course, I think he also deserves some pain for being so greedy and selfish.”
Susan grinned, took two whips from the wall, and handed me one. They were hand woven bullwhips with solid oak handles covered in leather. It felt good in my hand as I stared down at the groveling mass of flesh at my feet.
I slid my right foot beneath his itchy unshaven face. “Kiss my foot,” I said sternly. “And keep kissing it the entire time you’re being whipped. Understand?”
“Y-y-yes M-m-mistress R-r-Rachel.” He strained to hold his head up as his parched quivering lips made love to my foot. My first blow landed squarely between his shoulder blades making him jump and convulsive in a spasm of pain.
We laughed as Susan’s first blow crossed the small of Saul’s back to cause pain to his tender kidneys and liver. He jumped and convulsed even more violently, sending Susan and me into fits of uproarious laughter. We skillfully made sure each blow delivered the maximum amount of pain possible in order to maximize the entertainment value of his involuntary reactions and our pleasure.
“Don’t you dare stop kissing my foot!” I commanded. “I don’t care how much it hurts, you keep kissing my foot!”
As much as he twitched, writhed, and suffered, he absolutely bathed my perfect foot in kisses and tears. The feeling of total power sent a wave of orgasmic ecstasy through my loins. Susan and I removed our shirts, and each reached with one hand to play with the other’s nipples. While my pathetic BDSM slave groveled and suffered, Susan and I each achieved multiple orgasms.
My lovely paramour and I entertained ourselves that way until the savory aroma of well-seasoned vegetables and tomato sauce tickled our nostrils.
“Smells like it’s time to take dinner out of the oven,” I said.
A gleam filled Susan’s eye. “As long as we’re starving him as punishment, let’s eat in here.”
“I love it!” I exclaimed gleefully. “Watching us eat, while he starves will be absolute torture for our BDSM slave.”
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From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Consensual authority-exchange structured sexual relationship
This article is about consensual power exchange. For non-consensual slavery for the purpose of sexual exploitation, see sexual slavery .
This article needs additional citations for verification . Please help improve this article by adding citations to reliable sources . Unsourced material may be challenged and removed. Find sources: "Master/slave" BDSM – news · newspapers · books · scholar · JSTOR ( March 2009 ) ( Learn how and when to remove this template message )
Left top: A submissive at 2011 Christopher Street Day , Germany. Right top and bottom: Three submissives at 2012 (top) and 2011 (bottom) Folsom Street Fair , USA. In all images, the women are standing in a typical slave posture with hands folded at the back. [5]

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^ Addington, Deborah (1993), Fantasy Made Flesh: The Essential Guide to Erotic Roleplay (1st ed.), Greenery Press, ISBN 978-1-890159-47-4

^ Snitow, Ann Barr ; Stansell, Christine ; Thompson, Sharon (1983), Powers of desire : the politics of sexuality , New feminist library, Monthly Review Press, ISBN 978-0-85345-610-0

^ Guy Baldwin (2002). SlaveCraft: Roadmaps for Erotic Servitude – Principles, Skills and Tools. Daedelus Publishing Co. pp. 57–62. ISBN 1-881943-14-3 .

^ Submissive Positions

^ "A Pup Bill of Rights" . Sirius Pup . Retrieved 20 October 2017 .

^ slave, Grateful; Baldwin, Guy; Bean, Joseph W (2002), SlaveCraft : roadmaps for consensual erotic servitude : principles, skills, and tools , Daedalus Pub. Co, ISBN 978-1-881943-14-3 , OCLC 50758803

^ Network, Collars (1995), Collars , Collars, OCLC 426261923

^ Rinella, Jack; Bean, Joseph W (2002), The compleat slave : creating and living an erotic dominant/submissive relationship , Daedalus Pub. Co, ISBN 978-1-881943-13-6 , OCLC 51740137



Rubel, Robert J. (2015). Master/slave Mastery: Updated handbook of concepts, approaches, and practices . Red Eight-Ball Press. ISBN 978-0986352119 .

In BDSM , Master/slave , M/s or sexual slavery is a relationship in which one individual serves another in a consensual authority-exchange structured relationship. Unlike Dominant / submissive structures found in BDSM in which love is often the core value, service and obedience are often the core values in Master/slave structures. [1] The participants may be of any gender or sexual orientation . The relationship uses the term "slave" because of the association of the term with ownership rights of a master to their slave's body, as property or chattel. While male "masters" will usually be referred to as "Master", whether or not female Masters are referred to as "Master" or "Mistress" may depend upon whether they identify as following the leather subculture or BDSM path, or simply preference. [1] : 27–30

Sexual slavery in a BDSM context is both a sexual fantasy and sexual roleplay . [2] The slave master or mistress might be any person or group, though the majority of such relationships are usually either one dominant, or a committed dominant couple, owning one or more slaves. A slave and the owner, and others involved in the relationship, can be of any gender, sexual identity, or orientation. [3]

The Master/slave (or Owner / property ) relationship is consensual , without the legal force of historical or modern non-consensual slavery , which is forbidden by the laws of most countries.

The term "slave" is used rather than "sex slave" because sex is not a necessary component of consensual slavery. In BDSM, a slave is a specific type of submissive. Not all submissives are slaves, though all slaves would normally be considered submissive in the relationship.
However, some calling themselves "slave" may only be submissive within a sexual context/activity whilst others are also submissive within other or all aspects of the relationship, "sex-slave" or "slave" respectively.

Outside the BDSM community, the relationship of Master/slave is sometimes regarded as a form of consensual sexual slavery. In BDSM, a slave is a specific type of submissive . The Master/slave relationship refers to the relationship between the individuals involved, and does not necessarily require any specific acts, sexual or otherwise, though sexual activity is usually an aspect of the relationship. The sexual aspect could be conventional , and not necessarily BDSM. A slave could also be a masochist or bottom , but this is not always the case. [4]

Some participants regard the relationship as sexual roleplay , while others enter into the relationship on the basis of a highly committed, long-term, submissive lifestyle .

Various forms of symbolism are sometimes used to affirm the owner/slave relationship. These include wearing the owner's collar , being registered in a slave register, adopting (sometimes legally changing to) a name chosen by the owner, or engaging in a public declaration or ritualized ceremony of some type.

Some people draw up a slave contract that defines the relationship in explicit detail. These contracts may also deal with domestic arrangements (such as cleanliness, home duties) and interpersonal relationship matters (such as issues of deference, language, etc.), besides the sexual arrangements. Typically, they would provide that the Master or Mistress has the exclusive authority in all matters relating to the body and behavior of the slave, including underwear and other clothing, social relations outside of the arrangement, etc. Although such contracts are not enforceable in the ways legal contracts are, they can be useful for defining in written form the limits of the arrangement between the signatories, and for documenting the consensual nature of the relationships they define between them. [6]

In some traditional rituals, after signing a slave contract, the commitment to the relationship is celebrated by a collaring ceremony, which can be simple or elaborate, often witnessed by invited friends. The slave then wears a collar to publicly declare the slave's subjugation and the Master's ownership. Such a collar may be a piece of neckwear , or may be a bracelet or other piece of jewelry that symbolizes slave status. Such a collar is generally not removed except for practical reasons such as medical or security requirements, unless or until the relationship is dissolved; however, a slave is sometimes permitted to wear a more subdued (or less obtrusive) one outside of the home — for example, during work or in social situations with people who may otherwise feel uncomfortable. Such a collar may also be locked onto the submissive by various means, such as a padlock, combination lock, etc., to further emphasize the ownership and control of the slave/submissive by their Master or Mistress.

Slave training is a BDSM activity usually involving a consensual power exchange between two people taking on the roles of a Master or Mistress and a slave. The objective is to change the slave's behavior in a manner that is pleasing to the Master or Mistress, for example to train the slave to follow a set of rules or commands that the Master or Mistress has provided.

Some Masters/Mistresses adopt a holistic approach to the maintenance and long-term development of their slave by using such models as Maslow's hierarchy of needs .

Sexual slavery is a consensual exchange of power by the submissive to the dominant, though the scope of the surrender of discretion may be limited and may be withdrawn at any time.

The types of activities that the slave may be expected to perform are usually defined in advance and sometimes spelled out in a slave contract , a document with social indications and value but without any real legal value that outlines the desires, limits, and expectations of the parties. The slave is often expected to perform sexually, though typically many relationship-oriented dynamics are also clearly negotiated, including clothing, diet, speech restrictions, household affairs and schedules, though the details may be left to the master or mistress. Typically outlined are clear expectations of whether the couple will be monogamous or polyamorous , and if there would be permission or expectation of sexual interaction with other people. Otherwise, a sex slave may be expected to perform many of the same functions that are expected of a slave/submissive, including wearing very revealing clothes, being shared, wearing a slave collar or leash, S&M activities , or bondage . [7]

A Master/slave "relationship" is often a long-term relationship, comparable in duration to vanilla relationships, whereas a Dominant/submissive "relationship" could also be of the same duration or shorter - even lasting only the duration of a scene, for example, which may range from a number of minutes to hours. Depending on their contract and if the slave is willing to not be monogamous, a slave may be traded by their Master/Mistress, facilitated by sex club events, personals in BDSM interest magazines, or internet based social networks. [8] Commonly, a slave is also said to be "collared" if the relationship has become serious enough to the point where the slave has earned a collar in the eyes of their Master or Mistress. Though not every slave wears a physical slave collar, other jewelry may be worn as a token of their dedication and servitude to their Master/Mistress.

A slave who has satisfied the duration of the negotiated time of service is expected to be released, unless a new duration of service is negotiated. In a consensual Master/slave or Dominant/submissive relationship, a slave may withdraw their consent at any time, effectively nullifying the slave relationship. [9]

This article incorporates text from the article on Master/slave in the Ownership Wiki , the free-content guide to the Ownership Subculture.


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I could feel a tear slowly running down the side of my cheek. The cold steel of the handcuffs, the tools that held my hands securely behind my back, were pressing sharply into my skin. His heart beat steadily; mine was going a nonstop. “Could I be happier?” I asked myself with a glassy-eyed smile.
Happiness, I have heard, means nothing without sadness. “The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears,” a Native American proverb says. It’s true—here I lay, atop my Master’s bare chest, hands cuffed, body used, bruised and sore, a plug in my anus and nude except for the padlocked chastity belt that covers my pussy and keeps a butt plug in place—and I could not be happier or more free. This situation, I think to myself, is paradise compared previous sleeping arrangements I’ve endured.
Twenty-four hours ago I was hunched over in a 4×4 cage, one hardly big enough for a dog much less a human. My mouth was gagged with a ball gag. My collar was padlocked to a ring at the bottom of the cage, thus forcing my head to the ground. A strap was secured around my waist and fastened to bars on the top of the cage, thus forcing my ass in the air. Bef
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