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(Kim Hardwick)

"To aspire to be my permanent woman, Natalie, takes a great many talents, among them, an extraordinarily high pain tolerance.  I will test you now.  Are you ready?"

Looking down on him from atop his wooden horse, hands handcuffed behind my back and ankles secured by wrought iron chain, I was more than positive that I would meet all his challenges.  From being ravaged by his custom made leather bullwhip from Seville, Spain ($550) to his custom made nipple clamps and artfully shaped forged steel weights for said nipple clamps, I was ready to meet my destruction head on.  No matter how vicious or sadistic his torture, I would proudly display my erect nipples and their swollen, bloody scars as a badge of honor.  

And all this happiness and joy is due to my lack of discipline.  I am so lacking.

"Natalie, I don't believe in springing surprises with new slaves.  I find that a lasting and mutually beneficial bond can best be established if the owner of said slaves initially respects the so called Human sensibilities of the slave."  

Walking towards the wooden pony that was sexually torturing my exposed clitoris to the point where I was squirting my womanly lubrication due to nonstop orgasms, he gave the 5 pound lead weight hanging from my nipple a firm tug.

"You see Natalie, once you've accepted my ownership of you, both intellectually and emotionally, you will not only experience that transcendental joy of being owned by a man that all real women know, but you will come to expect my daily dose of domination and suffering.  Regardless of whether it's physical or emotional, the thought of going a day without pain triggers a profound sense of loss on your part."

He and I looked at each other and for the second time that day, I was filled with longing for his brutal hand in training me and at the same time, knowledge that I had at last found love.  

"Master, I live only to serve you.  My pussy, my ass, my mouth, ever fucking orifice I possess is yours for the taking.  I only ask that you treat me like the filthy swine that I am."

He smiled as I finished opening up my heart to him.  My heartfelt expression of total surrender was my invitation to him to unleash his brutal and bestial punishment on me.  The sooner he breaks me, the sooner he can claim total ownership of my slutty body.

"Nicole, let me just say, right off the start, I can see you have a serious problem.  You talk too much.  Not to worry, I will nip that issue right in the bud.  The important thing is you have the right attitude.  You want to be trained; you are more than ready to take it like a champ."

Walking to his nightstand table next to the corner radiator, Master picks up a black harness and what looks like a red ball; a rubber gag for my slutty mouth.  Returning to me in a deliberate manner, he brings for the step ladder and climbs up one level so as to fit and adjust the gag.

The taste of rubber is most distasteful.  However, my talkative nature has forced his hand and as a result, I can't fault him.  Master has to finish what Luke, my previous owner had started (actually, that loser only talked about training me; in reality, all he did was inflict pain and punishment without providing guidance.  Punishing without a purpose is just boring) on several occasions.  With Marcus, I know things will be different.