I never realized I ever held onto anything so strongly in all my years of living. I came into this crazy, wild world naturally; and opened up to it with no question. My first Master, the one man that touched my heart with something incredible, the one man that helped my true submissive nature awaken, gave me something magnificent and took it away. Not exactly along the lines of taking candy from a baby; more like reaching inside me and sucking all the love and passion I had in my heart and threw it away. And still to this day, I hold on to that moment, I hold on to the anger and grudge, and I hold on to him. My door was closed; I never thought I could find a key that might be able to open it. Someone opened it though, someone helped me.
Meeting Lord Ramirez was something I waited for. Master Skywolf had always spoke so highly of him, and explained to me he was one man that he truly trusted. At first I was very scared, and intimidated, I didn’t quite know or figured out how to talk to him. In effort to be attentive, I made a complete ass of myself, it was kind of a deer in a headlights/walk away with my tail between my legs moment. I would watch him often practicing with his whips, and was intrigued by his intense skills of the art. Even his facial expressions were powerful.
I expressed with my sub sister that I wanted to scene with him, and asked her to ask Daddy. I was very shy and insecure about it, I can’t explain why. I was still feeling intimidated, but it was something that I very much wanted. The scene was discussed, and still I felt as though I wanted to be invisible. I felt a strong energy from Lord Ramirez, and almost sensed that he knew it. I think he knew from the beginning I was holding on to something.
He asked me to sit with him, just so I would practice my breathing, and feel more comfortable. It took me a while to feel secure because I had no expectations; I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen to me. At one moment my left leg started to tremble, I felt his energy inside of me. It was like he was swarming around inside my body, investigating, trying to figure out what I was holding on to.
We went to the play room; we stooped down to our knees facing each other. We spoke about what was going to happen, what might happen, and what I won’t have control of happening. I undressed, exposing my naked flesh to him, as was instructed. I stood there mechanically, trying to put myself in my own world. But his energy would not let me. He pulled out three bundles of hemp rope that he intertwined himself. My hands were positioned behind my back, my hands almost reaching my elbows, and the hemp rope was beautifully wrapped around my wrists and harnessed my chest. While he was weaving this absolutely beautiful, stunning art, he asked me if I felt that I was beautiful. “How could he sense that?” my mind questioned; because at that right moment I was thinking “I hope he doesn’t think I’m fat and lumpy”. I clarified to him that I really don’t ever feel beautiful. In today’s society on body type and pounds of flesh, mine was wrong. I’ve been told I’m ugly and fat by my own family members. It’s something that affects me extremely; my disorder is a tough limit for me. He then asked me to close my eyes and he lead me to what I found out was his room. But when I opened my eyes I was facing a mirror. He asked me if now I thought of myself as beautiful, and I still said no. He then instructed for me to sit on the bed, but to sit indian style. My ankles lined up together, and he again wrapped so beautifully, the hemp rope around my ankles. He spoke in terms of the beauty of the position he was putting me in. He attached more rope to the harness on my chest to my ankles, and pulled down to as far as I was able to go; a forced bow. Every word spoken was so soothing; it was almost as if he was talking through me. Once he was completed, he told me to lift my head and look at the mirror again, and asked me if now I thought I was beautiful. Looking at myself in the most vulnerable position I have ever been in, I stared at the mirror for a few seconds, seeking out the inner beauty I felt that I had. I still wasn’t sure. Again, he read my mind, I don’t know how but he knew I felt vulnerable. He pulled me backwards to where I was on my back, now the vulnerability I was feeling worsened. My ass and pussy was exposed, and my mind was just popping up ideas of what was next. And he knew that, HOW?!?! He sat right next to my exposed flesh. And without my knowledge he had a very spiky tazer, and I felt it poking and prodding along my pussy. I didn’t feel the shock from it until it touched my clit, and without hesitation I squealed and screamed. I do not have any experience with any electro play, it was my first time and it scared me extremely. Every shock was intense; I was starting to quiver all over my body. He stopped, pushed me back upright, and sat behind me. He then wrapped his arms around me and we took deep breaths together. He began to speak again about beauty, his words were very therapeutic, but I still resisted. I resisted until he grabbed my hair and told me to say I am beautiful. At first I still couldn’t, so he pulled my hair harder. My eyes became teary and I continued to resist. He pulled harder, this time raising his tone stronger. The strength of his voice forced me to say it. Staring in the mirror looking at myself, I said I was beautiful, and after those words escaped my mouth I broke down to tears. He then released his grip, and slowly began to unwrap the hemp rope. My body shivered, not because it was cold, but because it almost felt like something left my body and mind. Once I was released from my elegant restrains, he spoke of the marks on my body from the hemp rope. He expressed the magnificence of the marks, “They are beautiful but they won’t last”, he said. That statement still continues to live in my mind.
To be Continued…..
Meeting Lord Ramirez was something I waited for. Master Skywolf had always spoke so highly of him, and explained to me he was one man that he truly trusted. At first I was very scared, and intimidated, I didn’t quite know or figured out how to talk to him. In effort to be attentive, I made a complete ass of myself, it was kind of a deer in a headlights/walk away with my tail between my legs moment. I would watch him often practicing with his whips, and was intrigued by his intense skills of the art. Even his facial expressions were powerful.
I expressed with my sub sister that I wanted to scene with him, and asked her to ask Daddy. I was very shy and insecure about it, I can’t explain why. I was still feeling intimidated, but it was something that I very much wanted. The scene was discussed, and still I felt as though I wanted to be invisible. I felt a strong energy from Lord Ramirez, and almost sensed that he knew it. I think he knew from the beginning I was holding on to something.
He asked me to sit with him, just so I would practice my breathing, and feel more comfortable. It took me a while to feel secure because I had no expectations; I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen to me. At one moment my left leg started to tremble, I felt his energy inside of me. It was like he was swarming around inside my body, investigating, trying to figure out what I was holding on to.
We went to the play room; we stooped down to our knees facing each other. We spoke about what was going to happen, what might happen, and what I won’t have control of happening. I undressed, exposing my naked flesh to him, as was instructed. I stood there mechanically, trying to put myself in my own world. But his energy would not let me. He pulled out three bundles of hemp rope that he intertwined himself. My hands were positioned behind my back, my hands almost reaching my elbows, and the hemp rope was beautifully wrapped around my wrists and harnessed my chest. While he was weaving this absolutely beautiful, stunning art, he asked me if I felt that I was beautiful. “How could he sense that?” my mind questioned; because at that right moment I was thinking “I hope he doesn’t think I’m fat and lumpy”. I clarified to him that I really don’t ever feel beautiful. In today’s society on body type and pounds of flesh, mine was wrong. I’ve been told I’m ugly and fat by my own family members. It’s something that affects me extremely; my disorder is a tough limit for me. He then asked me to close my eyes and he lead me to what I found out was his room. But when I opened my eyes I was facing a mirror. He asked me if now I thought of myself as beautiful, and I still said no. He then instructed for me to sit on the bed, but to sit indian style. My ankles lined up together, and he again wrapped so beautifully, the hemp rope around my ankles. He spoke in terms of the beauty of the position he was putting me in. He attached more rope to the harness on my chest to my ankles, and pulled down to as far as I was able to go; a forced bow. Every word spoken was so soothing; it was almost as if he was talking through me. Once he was completed, he told me to lift my head and look at the mirror again, and asked me if now I thought I was beautiful. Looking at myself in the most vulnerable position I have ever been in, I stared at the mirror for a few seconds, seeking out the inner beauty I felt that I had. I still wasn’t sure. Again, he read my mind, I don’t know how but he knew I felt vulnerable. He pulled me backwards to where I was on my back, now the vulnerability I was feeling worsened. My ass and pussy was exposed, and my mind was just popping up ideas of what was next. And he knew that, HOW?!?! He sat right next to my exposed flesh. And without my knowledge he had a very spiky tazer, and I felt it poking and prodding along my pussy. I didn’t feel the shock from it until it touched my clit, and without hesitation I squealed and screamed. I do not have any experience with any electro play, it was my first time and it scared me extremely. Every shock was intense; I was starting to quiver all over my body. He stopped, pushed me back upright, and sat behind me. He then wrapped his arms around me and we took deep breaths together. He began to speak again about beauty, his words were very therapeutic, but I still resisted. I resisted until he grabbed my hair and told me to say I am beautiful. At first I still couldn’t, so he pulled my hair harder. My eyes became teary and I continued to resist. He pulled harder, this time raising his tone stronger. The strength of his voice forced me to say it. Staring in the mirror looking at myself, I said I was beautiful, and after those words escaped my mouth I broke down to tears. He then released his grip, and slowly began to unwrap the hemp rope. My body shivered, not because it was cold, but because it almost felt like something left my body and mind. Once I was released from my elegant restrains, he spoke of the marks on my body from the hemp rope. He expressed the magnificence of the marks, “They are beautiful but they won’t last”, he said. That statement still continues to live in my mind.
To be Continued…..
