doraSalonica
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Today I put on the long pink dress and the pink high heeled shoes. Baby girl arrives at seven, as usual. She is wearing a white shirt and a pair of checkered shorts. High heels, peep toes. Today is going to be special. I told her I would punish her without any reason, just for my pleasure. I haven’t seen her in ten days, she was away on holidays. Despite the fact that we talk to each other every day and she always has her tasks, tasks that are of great service to me and give her the necessary framework so she can get by her day peacefully, our encounters are absolutely necessary to us. We are women, real women, with real bodies which we honor. After an hour of chatting and after she has given me her gift, a lovely necklace with purple beads, in the same color as my eyes, I ask her to take off her clothes. She is now in her bra and panties, white on tanned skin. She is beautiful. I ask her to remove everything. I remain fully clothed. I am smoking a short fat cigar. I am drinking vodka but I am completely sober, in perfect lucidity. I have to be, so I do not harm her. I have promised to “take her for a stroll”, to the place my Master often takes me. And in order to go there, drastic measures are required. Different measures for each girl, but always drastic. I make her kneel in front of the wooden stool, which I have brought here for the occasion, from the punishment room to the living room. I ask her to place her breasts on the stool. Her breasts are rounded lemons, thoroughly distinct from the rest of her body. They are like the afterthought of a benevolent god, who decided to offer one last gift to an already gifted creature. “Why do you want me, D, and not someone else?” she asked me one day. “Because you are kind, truthful and beautiful.” It was an easy answer, spontaneous. She does not believe me. Like most subs she feels insecure, though her insecurity does not affect her belief in the uniqueness of her offer. The way to combat this insecurity is always the same. Calm support, love and acceptance, constant presence, tasks, consistency in demands, demands that suit her daily life and her personality. And of course, frequent visits to the land of the ultimate pleasure. But above all, the sense that she is unique, the chosen one, the best. Naturally, she is. For me she is. When she is certain of herself and she begins to love herself as much as I love her, then all the rest will follow… But we are still at the beginning. I whip her small breasts with the cane made from the branch of a peach tree. I do it as is required. Not too hard, but not too softly either. Just right. I place her on the couch, on all fours. I bring three implements. Three keys for the three gates to pleasure. The cane, the flogger and the cable. I rest my cigar in the ashtray. “A hundred,” I announce. Baby girl does not complain. She is calm and very determined. I like that. Bold little girl. I get annoyed with people who chase dreams from the comfort of their room, without ever lifting a little finger. A dream must be given flesh. It must sweat. It must bleed. “Do you know how to count?” Tribute to my youth. That is how I began too, a long time ago, in a warehouse in Athens. She counts out the first twenty strokes. They are good strokes, well-balanced, on target. The target is the beautiful buttocks on this slim body which is being offered to me with so much trust. I put my hand in her genitals. She is soaking wet. The first gate has opened. I change the key and go for the second gate. The flogger is a convenient implement. It stings, it does not hurt too much and it does not leave bruises. And yet, by adding strength and stability, one can walk on a certain path, step by step, to surrender. I think it is due to the repetition, more than anything. It is a type of brain washing. The sound of the lashes echoes in the large living-room. The clock strikes the seconds and baby girl counts her steps, in the darkness, with me. Don’t be scared baby girl, I know the way. I will not let you get lost. I lick my finger and put it in her anus. A warm, perfectly formed little hole. She takes it easily, but closes her legs instinctively. “Open your legs. Don’t you dare close them again.” She opens her legs. When she opens them wide, as far as they go, I put two fingers in her anus. She keeps her legs open. I think that no one in Thessaloniki is having a better time than us tonight. We have opened the gate to desire and the gate to obedience. Let’s go for the third gate. That is the toughest one. The ego always puts up a fight. I pick up the cable. I try it first on the couch pillows, to see what I am doing and how hard I am doing it. But it is not enough, I have to be sure about the impact too. I try it on my leg. I am using it four-fold, because it is not convenient to me otherwise. It is admittedly painful. Let’s see what this proud baby girl is made of. Ten good ones with the cable. She takes them without any fuss. Well done baby girl. And here we are, in the middle of the road. Relax. Breathe slowly. These journeys take their time. They need to allow for the relationship to become true. We have to become a “we”, made of two souls and two bodies. Otherwise we are wasting our time, we are not going anywhere. We will never reach the island where we will be alone, just me and her, the island of our freedom. Freedom from the things that have hurt us, freedom from the things we have desired and never possessed. Freedom from the insidious taste of being inadequate. Freedom from the weaknesses of our female nature, from all the lies we were fed, in our childhood years and in our youth. Freedom to experience pleasure with no thoughts, no qualms, no guilt. (to be continued)
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