Poems Songs of a chained heart Guidelines To play the game, for a slave, means to obey the rules... Fiction Work of fantasy, these stories are dreams, scenes imagined and events wished to become reality

main my submission faces of me writings ink on paper friends awards Updates Site Map Guestbook Chains "what is that?" i asked. "It is called a sirik," He said. "do Men carry such things?" i asked. "Sometimes" He said. i wondered what chains like that would feel like on my body. They looked very graceful. They were doubtless flattering. Too, they would hold me quite well. – Kajira of Gor, page 126 To me, chains are the essence of slavery. Once one is bound by these metal links, she can no longer uphold any control. This is obvious to the outside eyes, but when one looks within, the tale is not so easy to tell. Chains are dear to me, always my loyal companions, the never ending circles that form the links, eternally binding my soul and never abandoning me. They help me to be the slave i am. They are what hold me down to earth, and they make me soar in the skies of slavery. Chains are my passion, restricting me while setting me free. They are strong and unyielding to the tender skin, yet the coolness along my body exhilarates me. They take my control, leaving me weak and vulnerable; nevertheless, i find security within them, as they expose me. Chains, liberation. she is lying on top of His bed; her body burning with passion, her bare ass reddened from the beating she just received. He always knew how to make her feel good. How to make her passion rise within her slave belly. One glance, one touch, one spanking and He could bring her to climax. This was not a beating of punishment though, but a beating of reward. Only half an hour before, she had come to Him, kneeling by His bedside. The light from the moon shining in on her supple face, as she begged for His mighty whip. He had granted her His display of love, His hand of compassion. Now she rested there. Breathing deeply, she had been transformed once again into His slave. Her only focus, Him. He moved up alongside her on the bed, delicately raising her hair, He slipped the black blindfold over her eyes, fastening it tightly around her head. His voice was composed and tender. "krystynn, do you understand what a good girl you have been by asking for a spanking and not being bratty to attain my Dominance?" she whispered her reply, "yes, Master." Sensing Him slither off the bed, she could hear the beautiful sounds of His chains rattling. Chains, her true love. her belly began a slow trembling as she anticipated the feeling of their chill on her tender flesh. she began to squirm. "Still, krystynn." His voice gentle, she could feel the satisfied smile across His face. He loved to see her when He brought His chains out; she had the look of a happy child on Christmas. she waited, trying not to move an inch. her body heaving from the air she was attempting to seize. He climbed back onto the bed. Affectionately, He raised her up, layering the cold links around her tummy. she jumped from the sensation, a delighted whimper escaping over her dampened lips. He continued to smile. Wrapping her in the chains, up her torso, under her breasts, above of her breasts, then the last. He took the excess chain and wrapped a single tress around her neck, leaving behind only a two-foot length dangling from her neck. He dropped it, allowing it to rest between her breasts. He moved His hands down her body, over her breasts where He pinched her erect nipples. Down, along her sides, He enjoyed the feeling of His bound slave, admiring His work of art. Slowly He slipped between her legs, pressing His body up against her. she wriggled, craving and needing His manhood, subtle moans of anguish falling from her mouth. His hand rising up her thighs, He fingers her wetness dripping down her thighs already. "What a good girl you are My love," the words ring through her ears like a beautiful love song. Forcing Himself down harder to her, He gently captures her, filling her deep inside. she shrieks at first from His size, but then she lets go and her body almost lunges gracefully against Him. she harmonizes with His movement, and they dance a ballet of passion and worship. On and on, she feels the ecstasy only He can bring her. Together, they reach orgasm, but just an instant before His release; He clutches the chain leash, tugging her up to Him harshly. Inches from her face, He simply whispers, "Mine!" He fills her and she releases also, her belly raging from His word and her orgasm. she is entranced in Him. Not seconds later, His rhythm lengthy and weak, she speaks peacefully, "Master, may this girl keep Your chains, sleep with them, be comforted by them in Your bed?" "Yes, My love," He replies, and they drift off to sleep as one. "you are chained and a slave," the chains say to her. "He has chained you, and He is your Master. He may now do what He pleases with you. you are now in your place. Choice is gone. Now you can be only, and wholly, a woman. Prepare now to serve your Master, beautifully chained slave." - Guardsmen of Gor, page 242 & 243 here is Master's response, i was so worried He was displeased with this assignment. i handed it in really late...*wrinkles nose* My dear girl, I write to you now to speak about your assignment, which I just finished reading. First, I need to remind you that the assignment was due to be in My mailbox by the time I got to work today - which it wasn't. Now, I am very well aware of why that was - because I have since spoken to you, and I know that you put a great deal of effort and work into trying to please Me. Regardless, it should have been there already this morning. In case that unforseeable circumstances prevent you from completing your assignment on time, as was the case today, you will get word to Me, explaining the problem and pleading for understanding and forgiveness. I hope I have made Myself very clear on this point. On to the assignment itself. The assignment's purpose, as I explained to you yesterday, was threefold. First, it was an opportunity for you to work to serve and please Me. Second, it was to entertain Me and brighten up My day at work. Third, it was to give Me an insight into My girl's little mind. Let us think about whether, and how, it fulfilled these three objectives. First of all, I know that you spent hours upon hours today, suffering and struggling to get your assignment to be just right, just so that it might please Me most, knowing that you could have sent it off with a picture or two and gotten away with it. Today you have indeed worked hard to serve Me, and you have served Me well. Secondly, you were to provide Me with entertainment in your absence. Not only did you provide Me with a topic for thought, with pondering and your thoughts about it, but also wrote up a scene that related to the topic, (beautifully written, as I have come to expect). It enthralled Me, and I have thus far read it three times. you have indeed succeeded in entertaining your Master. Lastly, you were to provide Me with a story or a picture that would help Me get an insight into the way My little slave's mind works. you have gone far beyond that. you did not merely surf the net for a picture or two, and rattled off some thoughts about it. you dug into our past together, and wrote up a beautiful description that bordered fact and your innermost fantasies. you have indeed let Me into your mind, and helped Me understand you. In short, My girl, you have pleased Me greatly today... to the point where your unexplained tardiness will be "overlooked"... this time. Good girl, My love. Once again, you have made Me proud to be your Master. With love and appreciation, your Master