Of Human Bondage, Part II: Slave Girls Are Fun

One of my 20 y.o. plates came out with this recently, totally unbidden: "I am glad you don't believe in that 'equality' b.s. It's just not natural."1

Of course, she's 20, hot, and thus prefers benevolent sexism, because her sexuality is her currency in life, and her best hope for avoiding a barren, Cat Colonist future is submitting to a strong man, and fucking him until his dick is black and blue.2

Her comment was the genesis of this post, because, given the narrative we are fed, it’s important to remind young men who they are, and who they can be.

Some Initial Points

This is the Deep End of the Pool. You are either able to handle responsibility responsibly, or you need to GTFO. Toward that end:

CONSENT, muthafuckas. It’s a real thing. And observing limits, which should be pre-negotiated during non-sexy times. Also YOU as the Master/Dom/Taller Person/Whatever, are responsible for the health and safety of your sub and/or slave girl during play time. Ease words and safe words. Set them. And understand that your sub may not be in the proper “head space” to use an ease word or a safe word when she should. Also, drugs and booze do not mix well with BDSM. That’s how people get hurt, in ways they don’t want to.

Also, I should point out now, for all the folks hate-reading this, that all of my girls are volunteers. Nobody is being held against their will or is a victim of “human trafficking” or some other bullshit. They’re just kinky, and they like the feelings that I make them feel.

A further note: BDSM as it's seen in the media (e.g. "Fifty Shades of Rape") and worse, in porn (where it's basically abuse and humiliation), isn't shown in all its aspects. While some folks enjoy the "darker" aspects, it's not really about beating people up, abusing them, and yelling at them, at least typically. Thus, with my girls, it's more about power exchange, where they can safely submit without being abused or put in danger, and where they can relinquish responsibility. I get to watch them blossom, right in front of me.

Submissive Girls Are Fun.

So I have previously written about how my preference is for tall, introverted, feminine submissive women. They are “home” for me. I like them, and they like me right back. Bonus: Fewer behavioral issues. What I have learned over time is that, while I don’t derive pleasure from hurting girls – although I will inflict pain if that’s what a girl is into3 – I do enjoy control, in particular tying willing girls up.4 Sue me.

A side-effect of being a Confident, Dominant, Capable Man who has Built Something in his life and Made Himself Exceptional at Something, or a couple of Somethings, is that you attract submissive, feminine women: If You Build It, They Will Come. Some of them are submissive to the point of craving absolute (or near absolute) submission to a Masculine Man. This type of woman is our topic today.

What I am about to tell you next is heresy in the modern world: Submission is central to the female experience.5

Congratulations, now you’re a thought criminal, just like your Uncle Vasya.

Inverse Hierarchies

The funny thing is, the higher up on the food chain a woman is at work, the more responsible a job she has, the more likely is that she craves submission in her private life. One of my girls is an Ivy-educated doctor. At work, she is a highly competent professional who has the respect of her peers and the gratitude of her patients.

When she is with me, she is a collared slut who eagerly gobbles my cock and otherwise serves me, sexually and domestically, in any way I want. If her friends only knew, etc., etc.6 She gets a frisson of pleasure when I point that out. I can actually see it go through her.

Her Expression: “OMG! Nooooo! Don’t make meeeeee!”

Her Pussy: “YESSHH! THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME!!! PURRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!”

The even funnier bit is that she has about 7-8 orbiters – one who gets tongue-tied around her, another who writes poems for her, another one who sends her dick pics, now that she has rejected him (he’s blocked, now), and one who is an ex-bf who has half-way figured it out, and keeps suggesting that he tie her up. Last week, she jokingly proposed introducing me to him, so he can “meet the guy who REALLY ties me up!” I have a rather wicked sense of humor and evidently it has rubbed off. Must have been while I was fucking her.

Sometimes, she gets texts from them (she has to leave her phone on in case and emergency arises with one of her patients; I generally have them turn off their phones so they aren’t distracted), and I instruct her how to respond. She took a Friday off to meet me at a hotel. Work Orbiter Guy sent her an “I miss you!! Where are you?!” text. So I had her reply, “Up in Manhattan, just fucking around” - she was naked and in my bed at that point, having been freshly fucked. Another guy, who I call “Very Sincere Guy” (he’s the poet) texted her on a Saturday, and so I instructed her to text back late Sunday that she was sorry she didn’t get back to him, but she was “All tied up this weekend.”

31 Flavors

The nature of your relationship with your sub girls are will be defined by your particular kinds. Some people prefer Daddy/littles, others prefer Master/slave, still others prefer Dom/sub. Of my current girls, they are ALL submissive sexually – really, that’s why they are with me – and some prefer a more formalized expression.

This usually comes in the form of a collar. Slave girls LOVE, LOVE, LOVE their collars. I make them earn their collars, so that they appreciate them more. To a slave girl, a collar is a symbol of her value. It means she is pretty enough, sexy enough, for a man to want to CLAIM her, and OWN her. It’s hot for them. See that feminist fattie over there? No collar. Why? No man could want her. Eew. Slave girl? Collared, because men want her. That’s what slave girls think about. And really, they’re right.

Ritual

When I first collar a girl, there is typically a bit of a ritual, but not like this kind of ritual.7 Well, a bit like that, but without the cheesy music and masks. I have her strip naked, and then kneel, knees apart, wrists crossed behind her back, and then state that she wants to give herself to me in submission, and that she wants to be collared.

Once a collar goes on, three things happen:

A. Whatever I say goes. This is more of a mental thing for the girl. I don’t suddenly turn into a monster. Or at least more of a monster than I already am. /EFG

B. All her safe and ease words are revoked.8

C. The collar doesn’t come off until I either take it off, or it is removed with my permission. If I’m at work and she needs to take her collar off to be outside among the Vanillas? A text asking permission will appear on my phone.

After that, they stay naked and I put ankle bells on them, because I like to. They sound nice and every step reminds them that they are slave girls. They address me as “Master” or “Daddy” – for whatever reason the younger ones use these interchangeably – and, with permission, by my first name. I usually have no objection to hearing my name on the lips of a beautiful woman.

There are certain other protocols that involved serving me domestically, and involve more mundane things, such as how I like my coffee, how it is to be served to me (from her knees, head down, cup offered upwards with both hands,) etc., etc.

Be her Darkest Sexual Chapter

Let her get her kinks out WITH YOU. Years from now, when she’s in the arms of her betabux hubby, she will be struggling toward orgasm thinking about what you used to do to her.

Tell a girl how awesome and empowered she is and how much you “rezpekt wimminz!!!” because of it, and you will likely get a pained expression that says, “Thanks. Now excuse me while I go to the Ladies’ and drop a tumbleweed out of my vag, which you have dried up like the Gobi Desert. Or the Sahara. Whichever one is drier.”

Get her talking about her fantasies. Have her write them out and email them to you - good intel and good rebuttal evidence on the off-chance you wind up with with a "regretted sex as rape" situation. Every woman has a fantasy, and still waters run deep. If you make her comfortable and get her talking, you would be surprised the info you can get.

Use imagery in your seduction of her. Harness the power of her fantasies and how you will make them become real for her. When I’m chatting up a new girl, I move the topic over to her fantasies, which will have some gay, frou-frou shit like “I wanna make love outdoors!” but at bottom, there are two common ones: “I wanna do another chick!” and “Tie me up!”

So I tell them, early on, even on a first date, that I’m going to tie them up and do what I want to with them, and (depending on the girl) make them my slave girls. I create imagery in their head about playing their helpless bodies like a Stradivarius, and wildly arousing them until they are moving their hips in frantic little circles, and begging for orgasm. Then I will climax them until they are begging to stop orgasming, or they pass out, which ever happens first.

Her brain (verbally): “No guy has ever talked to me like this before!”

Her Pussy: “YESSH!! FINALLY! SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTANDS MEEEEEE!”

Pussy Tingle Generator Level: Niagara Falls.

Also, giving her skyrocket orgasms is going to do wonders for (a) her attraction and (b) your frame.

Years from now, wherever she is, when she decides to rub one out and lays back on her bed and slides her hand down between her legs to rub one out, she should be thinking of that time that you “made” her do x or y thing.

Obligatory Reminder: Consent is a real thing, fellas. And it's perfectly ok to have a pre-bang convo about her (and your) likes and dislikes, even as part of foreplay. It keeps everyone's head in the game that way, and creates a better environment for all concerned.

It’s 90% Mental

I used to bang a professor, who worked in some Marxist shithole of a department. When I would attend functions with her, I would make her take her panties off at the door and hand them to me, so while I was making polite conversation with a bunch of commie faggots, she'd be walking around, commando, remembering with each step who the Boss was.

So anyway, when I would have her in the bedroom, tied up and doing whatever I wanted with her, I would tell her what a little fraud she was, and "what would your colleagues think of you if they could see you tied up, panting for my cock and begging permission to come? Your career would be in tatters and you'd have to spend the rest of your life in my house, being my naked slave girl, getting fucked when I say, sucking my cock when I say and coming when I say." She had something of a "humiliation" thing going on because she would have massive orgasms as a result.9

I should add that, IME, subs and slave girls are often "acting out" something from their past. They may have had a "tormentor" of some type, whether it was a parent, a (usually older) sibling, or a bully at school and they are mentally doing a "pantomime" where they resolve this by "pleasing" their former tormentor for whom the Master or Dom is the stand-in for. This is frequently, but not always, the case. One of my current girls is just a 'natural slave'. Her home life was fine, good parents and such, but her desires are what they are. She repressed them for a long time and then found me, and, lucky for her, I am not a monster and she can safely express that aspect of her personality under my supervision.

Aftercare {hat tip: /u/FereallyRed }

So what happens after a scene? My girls tend to be well-adjusted and sex-positive so the come-down back from subspace is usually pretty calm. I usually leave them tied up during this phase, with some light, comforting and generally non-sexual caressing, just to make sure the landing is ok. If there's something they want to talk about that went on during the scene, we talk about it. Or sometimes it just usual conversation, about daily life, except they are naked and tied up. Sometimes, my girls sleep while tied up. It is important to again stress safety. I prefer to use leather or neoprene cuffs so there is no risk to the girl's circulation. If you use rope, or something similar, you have to be more careful. Once I and my then-sub fell asleep that way afterwards, and she discovered that she liked it, so sometimes, I would tie her up before bed even if we weren't necessarily going to have a full blown scene.

They WILL Shit Test You.

Women want Leaders, not losers. Feminine women want to submit to masculine men…but they will shit test the fuck out him first because if he can’t dismiss her shit test, how would he ever protect her from other, predatory males?

I feel badly for feminine women in the present age. The Accepted Narrative – ”Men BAAAAD! Wimminz GOOOD!!!” – has gotten so out of hand, particularly in the media, that they don’t know where to turn to find what they want - Masculine men who can solve problems, handle life, and under whose dominion they can be safe and happy.

No matter what the feministas claim about being "OPPRESSED!" by the "PATRIARCHY!" the fact is that a lot of women think the Patriarchy is cool as fuck, and want to be led by a masculine man. Ex. White women, when presented with a sexist, pussy-grabbing pig and a white female candidate, voted 53% for Daddy.

They know who the boss is and they like knowing who the boss is, because then their only responsibility is to be obedient. If there is one thing Hamsters HATE! HATE! HATE! it is responsibility. The "PATRIARCHY!" - which is awesome, of course - exists with the cooperation and approval of millions of women.

But for feminine women to find Masculine men, first there must BE Masculine men, and what we are seeing now is the rise of Les Soi Bois. A sad state of affairs.

So they will shit test you like crazy because while the worst thing that can happen to an average woman is that she discovers that she gave her pussy to a beta, a slave girl who gives herself to a fake dom, who doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing, can be in real trouble.

My girls know that, if they test boundaries too much or too often, that “Naughty girls get spanked.” They get one clear warning, and then they go over my knee, skirt up, 10 panties (if any) down, and then discipline is administered.

Fortune favors the bold, gentlemen. Think and act accordingly.

Now go forth and SLAY!

Takeaways

  • Slave girls are fun.

  • Be her Darkest Sexual Chapter.

  • They want to fight you, they just don’t want to win.

  • Get her talking about her fantasies.

  • Discretion is mandatory.

1 Ofc, I don’t care about what other women do with their lives, in general, as long as they don’t whine about the consequences of their shitty choices, but my girls don’t turn up at my house so I can treat them like my equals.

2 The sooner attractive young women are reminded of this, the better for the country.

3 Ironically, pain sluts will give me broader range because there’s zero change that I’m going to “go too far” because I get off on it, because I don’t. It is what it is.

4 Go read those two and return.

5 “But I know this one woman who is a CEO, and a total ball buster and…” Shush. Nobody cares. You also know deluded women who are going to die alone, in a 1BR flat, in the middle of her cat colony.

6 Discretion is, ofc, MANDATORY. I have changed the identifying information enough anonymize my girls. It’s only fair.

7 There is a whole world of BDSM folks out there, and they write books and come up with acronyms and have munches, and “ceremonies” and websites and shit. That’s fine for people who are into it. I just find it uninteresting.

8 This is a tricky one. I do it because: me. My girls have absolute faith in me, and I’ve had girls use the “All Stop” ease word on me twice in the past seven years – Spoiler Alert: Both times I “All Stopped” – In both cases it had to do with something going on in their brains that they weren’t ready for, and nothing to do with what I was doing to them. I’ve weighed the eroticism for the girl of feeling completely helpless vs the likelihood that I will overstep, and resolved it this way, with their agreement.

9 I repeat, discretion is MANDATORY. I anonymize my girls, and I never fucked with them (figuratively and literally) where they worked or in other aspects of their lives. You don’t do that to other human beings. Plus it’s a bit sexy to have a secret like that.

10 No trousers or pants. Those are for men. My girls dress like girls.