It's time, slave
He swings his legs off the bed and stumble his way to the bathroom. Where he tries to be mindful not to wake anyone else in the house. Charlie is just your average suburban husband, with a wife and a few kids. A job that he hates, but he has to go back to come Monday, so he can pay for his mortgage. He has sandy blond hair and green eyes. He’s just starting with a bulge around his waist. Not doing to bad for a guy turning 39 in six weeks. Charlie relieves himself first, before going to the sink. Charlie finds that he is perplexed by the realism of his dream. He splash water on his face before returning to his bed.
He lays back on the mattress, but sleep would not return. Over and over in his head he see this strong powerful looking woman hovering over him. He starts to think about the dream. He sees everything as if he is looking through his own eyes, and not a third person point of view. Charlie can feel a slight pull on his neck. Looking forward, he sees what looks like a shiny chain leading its way to a handle held by a black gloved hand. The gloves follows an arm to just below the shoulder.
Next Charlie notices the tight choker that encircling the bronzed tanned neck in which it is attached to. Then just a little higher is the vision of a goddess. Beauty is usually dictated by the number ten. Well this woman broke that chart. How does one describe perfection. She has long flowing red hair. Penetrating blue eyes, that Charlie swears can see straight into his soul.
The goddess's makeup if flawless. Her lips are enhancing her mesmerizing smile with lipstick matching her hair. Her eyeliner helps to make her commanding blue eyes sparkle and glimmer like sheets of ice. Oh and those cheekbones. Charlie never thought a cheekbone would ever turn him on. But whatever this angel did, it's working for him.
Charlie admires her full form next. He believes she's at least four inches taller than his five foot nine height. At the moment Charlie can't remember the textbook ideal measurement for a woman. But this lady has it beat by a country mile.
Her body is enhanced by this form fitting black latex outfit. That has a plunging neckline that reveals just enough cleavage to be a tease. The sleeve comes within an inch of her gloves, showing just a hint of her tanned arm. Her waist is adorned with at a large belt with a bright shiny buckle that would rival any rodeo cowboys belt. Then came her legs. Oh! Those legs.
For as long as he could remember Charlie has been turned on by women legs and the hemline of the skirt that cover them. Charlie could look at a dozen boobs and an equal amount of butts and only get mildly aroused. But to see a woman with a skirt that's riding about mid thigh, showing most of her leg, but has just enough material to keep the prize hidden beneath it teasingly out of sight.
But Charlie is denied a look at this goddess's exquisite legs. They are obstructed by her thigh high boots. Just like her gloves the boot comes within 2 inches of the hem of the form enhancing skirt of her outfit.
"You didn't think you were getting away from me that easily did you, slave?" The vixen ask him. "Like it or not, slave, you belong to me," she declares followed with a boisterous laugh. "Just wait until you find out what I have in store for you," she tease and again with the same laugh, she makes Charlie pulses race.
"I am going to strip you naked and put my collar around your neck," the sexy voice from the goddess tells him. "Your wrists and ankles will be adorned with my cuffs, and your nipple will proudly have my jewelry clamped to them. Oh! and your ass is going to eagerly receive my huge strap..."
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz Charlie opens his eyes suddenly to the wail of his alarm clock. Although it is Saturday morning, he has plans with some buddies that's forcing him to get out of bed. Again he has to give his head a shake, that dream is lingering in it.
Charlie heads to the bathroom again, but this time it's to get ready for his day. As he stands at the mirror staring at himself, trying to make up his mind whether to shave or not. He hears a voice behind him, "you didn't think you could get away from me that easily did you, Slave?"
Charlie turns quickly towards the direction of the voice. But no one is there. So he turns back to face the mirror, only to leave out a huge yelp. There in the mirror right over his shoulder stands the goddess from his dream. Again he rapidly turns to face her only to be greeted by a blank wall. So Charlie turns back to the mirror and see the goddess yet again.
"There's no use struggling honey. You already belong to me, Slave," she informs Charlie and gives him a devilish grin in the process. "Don't you remember agreeing to become my slave, you must of continued listening to me. I'm here, so, you must of kept listening to me, pet," the enchanting voice from the image over his shoulder informs him.
"What the hell!" Charlie exclaims as he ponder what is going on. He only had three beers last night, so he couldn't be drunk. He didn't eat anything extravagant, so his food couldn't be causing his visions either. So what the hell did he do to cause himself to conjure up images of a goodness.
"Naa! It couldn't be," he says to himself. "But it makes sense though," he comments next. Charlie thinks about the night before last. He occupied some of his time listing to erotic hypnosis online. It’s not his first time listening to these kind of files. In fact Charlie rather enjoys listening to them. He finds the stories relaxing and fun to listen too.
But as to something happening to him by listening to hypnosis files, that he didn't buy into. "Silly imagination," Charlie dismisses the image in the mirror with a wave of his hand, and gets on with the rest of his day. Which went off without a hitch. That is until...
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Lt. Jill's Interrogation part 5 page 2
"Mmm. aww, ugh!" Jill moans as the vibrator once again attacks her swollen and so needy, pussy. Nearer in her whole life had she ever wished more to be gagged, then now. Even though it has been many hours since Mistress Thorne had pushed her to the edge. But as soon as She pushed that vibrator against her tortured pussy, it felt as though Jill was struck by lightning. She began thrashing around like a rag doll at the end of the vibrator, only held in place by the bondage that restrains her. Jill bites down on her lip hard as her body race toward bliss, and She is trying hard not to beg. But the vibrator is relentless and moments later she is pleading, "fuck me, I need to cum, oh please, please, please!" Jill gasp, "Oh god let me cum!!!" she moans.
Mistress keeps a watch on Jill's breathing and her eyes. She expertly push the vibrator in, and rotates its head around to inflict more torment to Jill's aching labia. "do you want it to stop Jill. Would you finally like to cum, pet. You have all the power Jill. Tell me what I want to know. Tell me what the intended target was, and I will make all this go away."
With tears flowing down her face and whimpering, Lt. Jill looks up at her bound hands then down at her stretched legs. How nice it would be to have something to cover her nakedness. But instead what she has is Mistress Thorne sadistic personality, a corded vibrator with endless amount of power, her tortured pussy, and a desperate need to cum. Mistress Thorne's statement about her having all the power rattles around in her head too. All she needs to do is tell the bitch what she wanted to know and all this torment goes away. "So Jill, what is it going to be." Mistress Thorne demands.
Oh, how easy it would be to just give in and spill her guts. make all this lustful torture go away. But no, Jills training wouldn't let her. Even though she knows that she has the power to make all the torture go away, she couldn't. The objective is far to important. By now command must have new operators in the field. and if she is lucky there is a rescue team coming for her to. Being the daughter of a prominent government member, almost assures her that a rescue team is turning over every jungle stone looking for her.
Pulling uselessly at the bonds that holds her hands, Jill forcefully replies, "go to hell bitch, you'll get nothing from me." Mistress Thorne glares at Jill, "suit yourself then," she sneers, as she pushes the switch on the vibrator to high. BUZZ!
Mistress Thorne has developed a fondness for this one. She admires her resilience. After five days of frustrating edging, she still stands defiant. Usually after a day or two of using her magic wand and expert hands, the men she has tortured break. The will in this girl is surprisingly strong. Mistress Thorne had to bring in some new tactics because her superiors are starting to doubt that here methods will break Lt. Jill.
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A new game for 2020
by slaveallan68
I saw this picture on another site and put it in my albums on several accounts and I ended up with sixty two days
But I think that I came up with a game to go with it. Let's start by you stating that your playing, a username is fine, followed by saying you like the game. That assure yourself at least two days.
Now the play/work begins. You now have to check back regularly to count how many people above you said they like the game. For each like that you count, you're going to add 1 day to your time. Count back to a maximum of twenty likes.
If a comment of at least five words is left for you. I will inform you of it. Then you have to add 5 more days too your locked up.
If by chance you like like the game so much that you want to reblog the picture, or promote the game to one of your other social media sites. Tell me you did and I will let everyone above you know, and they will all have to add 2 days to their totals.
As for your weekly update (a few words telling me about your week), write them in the email option off to the right of this page and send it to me. Indicate if you want me to post your update here or not. But if you tell me to post your update, I'll reward you by telling all the slaves above you about your update. I will also tell them that by you posting an update, they all have to add two days to their tally.
But to be fair, if anyone reads your update and states they like it. I'll inform you about the like, and you will add 1 day to your sentence.
You do this for seven days, at which time you will post here how many days you earned. That is when you start serving your time.
But you haven’t stopped playing though. Remember every like to your updates increases your time in locked up by 1 day, plus every time your update is posted, 2 days are add to every slave that is above you.
It the game that keeps on giving and you never really know when you will earn your freedom and your orgasm again.
Oh one more thing and this is for all the people who identify as a dominant. Anytime you comment you like this game, it adds 7 days to all the slaves above your comment, and if you assign a slave to this game, please tell that me because that adds 10 days to every slave’s count that is above your announcement. Don't worry I'll inform them of the increase.
Now what if you fail and have an orgasm before completing your sentence. Well that's easy. You're a slave, right? Well you get a punishment.
As your punishment I will contact three random Dom/mes and tell them about your failure. I will then ask them to choose a number between 1 and 20. Whatever number they choose is the number of days that I'll inform you to add to your total number of days in denial.
Please one more thing. I do not want anyone to spend any money on this. So if you don't own a chastity belt or cage, you don't have to buy one. Just be honest with yourself and abstain from having an orgasm.
For your own privacy please feel free to use a username.
I also just found out to leave a comment you need a Gmail account. If you don't have Gmail there is a spot on the right side of this page to send me a private message. I can just copy and paste your comments to here if you want me too.
For your own privacy please feel free to use a username.
I also just found out to leave a comment you need a Gmail account. If you don't have Gmail there is a spot on the right side of this page to send me a private message. I can just copy and paste your comments to here if you want me too.
Happy New Year
January 01, 2020
Why it only feels like yesterday and we were all scurrying around worrying about the Y2K bug. Sit there watching Time Square on TV wondering if the power will go out as the clock struck midnight on the dawn of a new millennium, a new century, a new decade, a new year and a new day all at the same time January 01, 2000.
Since then we have seen a lot. It's hard to believe that were one year away from the twentieth anniversary of that terrible day in September were the world stopped and watched New York City, and it wasn't to watch some celebration on TV. That day change the world for everyone of use. Even today someone will ask, "where were you when...," and out of respect I'll not finish that sentence.
A lot has happened since the millennium started. The rise of the internet being one of the biggest. Back in the 1990's as the internet was becoming mainstream and average people started to hear words like, dial-up, what speed is your modems, and everyone wanted their modem to be 56K. Most of use dedicate a corner of our homes to setup our new pride and joy, the home computer. We unpacked our boxes and cursed as we tried to setup our monitors, printers, page scanners, and speakers. The struggle we had trying to match up all the different ends of cords to the back of the computer. The floppy disc gave way to the CD ROM. Then came the USB stick and so on, and so on.
New giants replaced the armies of the world. We saw the rise of Apple, Microsoft, Facebook ,and Google to name a few. These companies became huge power houses, dictating policies that runs the world now, much the same as super power countries use to hold power by the amount of bombs they had. Companies like these introduce global mobility first with the laptop, then came the iPods and tablets.
Today I would say the majority of us have a smartphone. Running here and there everyday with the internet in the palm of our hands. Plus with the use of the cloud our phones have become more powerful than that huge computer sitting on your desk at home. All together now let's say it together, "tricorder." Don't know what that is just ask your Trekkie friend to explain it to you, or better yet, Google it.
Now that you looked it up, would you not agree that our phones are becoming those things. A hand held device that does virtual everything for you. Just think back in the 90's if a kid wanted a light on they would tell, "Mom! Turn the light on." and after a selection of words from Mom the kid would grudgingly get up and flick on the switch.
Fast forward twenty five years and now that kid has their own children, but unlike them the kids today don't call for someone to turn on the light, and God forbid if the actual had to physically move to turn on the light. No! The would use their phone, slide their finger across the screen on some app. And abracadabra, Bob's your uncle the light comes on. Or even better yet let's not stop Facebooking, Snap chatting or Tweeting. All the kid has to do is bark out an order, "Alexia, turn on the light," and instantly the light comes on.
Remember the superpower companies I mentioned above, they invent all these smart items. The smartphone, smart TV, the smart fridge, the smart home. All things that mostly came to be in the last nineteen years. Item that have change life yet again, like those other ones I already mentioned.
So here we are again on the first day, of a new year, of a new decade. I started to use a word from a century ago, along with my twist to discribe the next ten years, "The Roaring Twin Twenties." So with that said what new wonders lay ahead for humanity.
During the last decade I am happy a particular book brought the notion of BDSM more to the forefront. Although the three titles of that book series left me disappointed, I did finally enter the BDSM scene. It may still only be online for now. But I openly talk about it. I write BDSM stories, and it is openly know that I wish to submit to a Mistress someday in real life. But until then I'll just have to look forward to the next decade, and wait to see what app. controlled kinky toy, the techno wizards come up with next
So Happy New Year and may the Roaring Twin Twenties be good to you and your families.
Please remember you can follow me here on my blog or at one of the following sites under the username slaveallan68.
FetLife
BDSMLR
Fetwall
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Hypno-fetish
Hypwall
KIK
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Plus in the new year I plan to join Facebook. If there are other fetish sites that you might know of, please, please let me know about them.
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