Well this is perhaps one of the biggest and controversial question in BDSM - Who controls a session? One cannot answer this question and have everyone agreeing to this - people will have their own opinions though a much broader audience will think that the dom/domme controls a session, but in truth actually the submissive controls the session. Be it a safeword driven session, a one-off session, or a hardcore professional session it is always the submissive which sets the limit and draws the line along which the dom/domme plays.
Well it looks quite contradictory if you draw your opinion from the hardcore bdsm or whipping videos where it seems that the dom/domme is very much incharge - to some extent he is. And isnt bdsm all about that - Making someone else incharge of you? Its not the incharge part which plays the major role but the making or giving part which is decisive. Exactly how much do you wish to give, how much do you wish to take these are the parameters that draws the line.
Safeword is everything, even in a hardcore professional session, and yes also in those training of O videos as well. Believe I have been to a few professional sessions as well, well had to shell quite a few bucks too, but nevertheless was quite enriched learning experience. Even in those you tend to have a formal discussion before you engage in the session - where you discuss your fantasies, limits, experiences and all with the dom/domme who then plays well along those lines. So the next time when you see someone having his ass whipped blue and violet, think again that is probably a trick, there are numerous techniques to achieve that visual effect without hurting much - all about angles and impacts of the blow.
But going back to our original topic - it is fairly important the the submissive draws the line but also important that he does not stay in control. Along safety there must exist trust - if you have laid down your limits next what you should do is trust your dom/domme to abide by them. Because if you try to stay in charge trying to intimidate every now and then you will end up losing the flair and intention alltogether. Because that is what BDSM in core is giving up yourself to the wishes and not whims of someone else - wishes that are mutually discussed and agreed by both the party, and always keep some safe words handy.
Dont forget to compromise a little for your master/mistress's sake - there is nothing more compelling than a satisfied dom/domme - be responsible, be safe, have fun.
-Slave Babai, 14July'10, London.
Wednesday, 14 July 2010
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
BDSM Talks...Part 2
Continued Alyssium's experiences and opinions, really enriching and resourcefull.
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Initial Try Outs
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Initial Try Outs
BDSM Talks...Part 1
BDSM Talks is a series by allysium a submissive lady who wishes to share her opinions and some safety instructions as well.
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Friday, 2 July 2010
A page from the past
This is one of my assorted experiences from a long time back now, from those times when though being in the lifestyle for quite sometime yet I was weary to grab all opportunities that came my way. Master R was among one of them. A well built non-bengali man who have this kink of having sucked off in his car, we had a lot of conversation before that day but never happened to find time for a meeting. Finally one lucky day our times met with grace and we decided to meet. The whole day before that he insisted on hearing my experiences and what all I can do for him, and more I told more he became eager to see all those.
Finally on the next day as decided I came to saltlake and stood near the petrol pump looking at each passing car anxiously. The short 15 minutes wait felt a long time after which I got a call from master directing me towards his car. I walked smartly and got in as he sped off towards the residential circles of saltlake. On the way we exchanged greetings and he stopped in between to buy some cigerettes, and then finally we started driving and looking for a dark isolated corner, but in the meantime he looked at me and asked me take off my pants. I was startled being ordered something like that in mid road, but also realised that in the car probably no one would notice, so with the help of a little encouragement I took off my pants and undies and tossed it at the back seat. Master glanced at my cock and smiled while still we drove through the veins of saltlake looking for an opt place.
Finally we parked behind a car and the area was a bit dark compared to other places, Master pulled off the engine and then looked at me, he grabbed my head suddenly and pulled it on his crotch. He asked me to sniff his cock well and then unzip his pants and get it out. And after I took his cock out he asked me to worship it properly like a true slave. I started licking his cock from top to bottom, it was smelly and a bit filthy yet I licked at it greedily before taking it in my mouth and giving it the pleasure of my tongue. I could hear master moan as he lighted a cigerette and kept an alert eye around. Suddenly he pushed me up and started the engine and started driving. I looked puzzled but he said that there were some guys coming towards the car. I got afraid but thanked for being out of there. Then for following half an hours we moved around saltlake looking for another suitable place but in vain.
Finally master told that there is an under construction building near his house which is quite isolated and remains dark. So without spending much time we set off for that and reached it within 15 minutes. The area was truly dark and isolated, most of the houses nearby had their lights off, and a nearby street light only could create a gloom. Master parked the car in dark and said that we can actually go in and have fun. He asked me to take off my shirt and get completely naked, then he asked me to get off and follow him in the building. I actually ran off in the building being naked waiting for master to lock the car and join. Next master led me up at the second ground of the building before finding a good place to use.
Once at the second floor master pushed me to one of the pillars and started rubbing his hand all over my naked body, then he pushed me down on my knees and took his cock out shoving it in my mouth roughly which I started sucking without much encouragement. He kept on playing with my hairs, pulling at them occassionally as I kept on at sucking his cock, worshipping it with ultimate dedication. More I sucked at it more he became intense grabbing my hairs rather stiffly and turned to thrust at my face with his cock and moaning uncontrollably. He held my head firm and began slamming his cock in my face abusing me hard before suddenly his cock exploded deep in my mouth spitting a mixture of piss and sperm. He kept on stroking to ensure the last of its drop gets in me which I had no other choice but to swallow.
Finally after relieving himself completely he pulled his pants up and led me back to his car, allowing me to dress up he dropped me at a convinient point but only after making me promise to meet him again to worship his cock and drink his cum.
-Slave Babai.
Finally on the next day as decided I came to saltlake and stood near the petrol pump looking at each passing car anxiously. The short 15 minutes wait felt a long time after which I got a call from master directing me towards his car. I walked smartly and got in as he sped off towards the residential circles of saltlake. On the way we exchanged greetings and he stopped in between to buy some cigerettes, and then finally we started driving and looking for a dark isolated corner, but in the meantime he looked at me and asked me take off my pants. I was startled being ordered something like that in mid road, but also realised that in the car probably no one would notice, so with the help of a little encouragement I took off my pants and undies and tossed it at the back seat. Master glanced at my cock and smiled while still we drove through the veins of saltlake looking for an opt place.
Finally we parked behind a car and the area was a bit dark compared to other places, Master pulled off the engine and then looked at me, he grabbed my head suddenly and pulled it on his crotch. He asked me to sniff his cock well and then unzip his pants and get it out. And after I took his cock out he asked me to worship it properly like a true slave. I started licking his cock from top to bottom, it was smelly and a bit filthy yet I licked at it greedily before taking it in my mouth and giving it the pleasure of my tongue. I could hear master moan as he lighted a cigerette and kept an alert eye around. Suddenly he pushed me up and started the engine and started driving. I looked puzzled but he said that there were some guys coming towards the car. I got afraid but thanked for being out of there. Then for following half an hours we moved around saltlake looking for another suitable place but in vain.
Finally master told that there is an under construction building near his house which is quite isolated and remains dark. So without spending much time we set off for that and reached it within 15 minutes. The area was truly dark and isolated, most of the houses nearby had their lights off, and a nearby street light only could create a gloom. Master parked the car in dark and said that we can actually go in and have fun. He asked me to take off my shirt and get completely naked, then he asked me to get off and follow him in the building. I actually ran off in the building being naked waiting for master to lock the car and join. Next master led me up at the second ground of the building before finding a good place to use.
Once at the second floor master pushed me to one of the pillars and started rubbing his hand all over my naked body, then he pushed me down on my knees and took his cock out shoving it in my mouth roughly which I started sucking without much encouragement. He kept on playing with my hairs, pulling at them occassionally as I kept on at sucking his cock, worshipping it with ultimate dedication. More I sucked at it more he became intense grabbing my hairs rather stiffly and turned to thrust at my face with his cock and moaning uncontrollably. He held my head firm and began slamming his cock in my face abusing me hard before suddenly his cock exploded deep in my mouth spitting a mixture of piss and sperm. He kept on stroking to ensure the last of its drop gets in me which I had no other choice but to swallow.
Finally after relieving himself completely he pulled his pants up and led me back to his car, allowing me to dress up he dropped me at a convinient point but only after making me promise to meet him again to worship his cock and drink his cum.
-Slave Babai.
Monday, 22 March 2010
Public Humiliation - Test of Dedication
This was my first attempted or should I say first succesfull public humiliation, well not a single instance but a series of instances attempted by my masters to test my true dedication. I was accompanying master and his friends to mandarmoni in a unwinding trip for them, the details and the little tale of the trip I will save for a later day, but today I want to talk about the humiliation or the psychological torture bored on me by them. Not that I cursed them, being adopted a professional attitude by then I quite liked it, but being first time the nervousness also almost killed me.
It was the day we had arrived to mandarmoni and all of us went to the sea at around 1pm, masters were talking to each other and having fun while we walked upto some waist level of water and then suddenly there focus turned to me. All 3 of them surrounded me at once and stared at me mockingly, they subjected me as slave but their tone had an odd mockery in itself. They asked me whether I was dedicated to their cause, being the person I was I never ever wanted to fail an opportunity to be dedicated to my masters, but that was not all they wanted proof.
One of them (Master D) asked me to take off my clothes and be naked, since the water was above the waist no one else will notice. I wanted and tried to force myself in an altercation but something deep within me helped me in carrying out the order, one by one I took off my vest and the bermuda, which Master N took from me and started walking back to the shore. I simply watched helpless as he walked with my clothes back to the shore and I stood their naked with only the water to cover myself.
For alomost two and half hours they tormented me to test my psychological strengths, and one of their usual trick was to hold me certainly and threaten me to lift me over the water, but they didnt acted upon that, but I had a lot more tasks like giving handjobs to each of them until they cum, then lick my hand clean, bear sudden assaults on my balls every now and then, live with a finger trying to probe in my asshole every few minutes. But when they were all satisfied or better say exhausted one of them brought me a towel and asked me to wrap it up and then walk up to my clothes.
-SlaveBabai, 22Mar10
It was the day we had arrived to mandarmoni and all of us went to the sea at around 1pm, masters were talking to each other and having fun while we walked upto some waist level of water and then suddenly there focus turned to me. All 3 of them surrounded me at once and stared at me mockingly, they subjected me as slave but their tone had an odd mockery in itself. They asked me whether I was dedicated to their cause, being the person I was I never ever wanted to fail an opportunity to be dedicated to my masters, but that was not all they wanted proof.
One of them (Master D) asked me to take off my clothes and be naked, since the water was above the waist no one else will notice. I wanted and tried to force myself in an altercation but something deep within me helped me in carrying out the order, one by one I took off my vest and the bermuda, which Master N took from me and started walking back to the shore. I simply watched helpless as he walked with my clothes back to the shore and I stood their naked with only the water to cover myself.
For alomost two and half hours they tormented me to test my psychological strengths, and one of their usual trick was to hold me certainly and threaten me to lift me over the water, but they didnt acted upon that, but I had a lot more tasks like giving handjobs to each of them until they cum, then lick my hand clean, bear sudden assaults on my balls every now and then, live with a finger trying to probe in my asshole every few minutes. But when they were all satisfied or better say exhausted one of them brought me a towel and asked me to wrap it up and then walk up to my clothes.
-SlaveBabai, 22Mar10
Friday, 12 March 2010
A Wonderful Experience
Well I had some odd experiences compared to being in the Indian scene, some were bad, some were good, and some were the best. This was a kind of an experience which undoubtedly goes to the category of "the best". After few casual interactions with master, he invited me to serve him on one of his tour to kolkata. I was tense like always thinking about the probable things we can do or not, but after I met him I can surely say he is one of the most knowledgeable masters present in India, equally calm and composed and experienced. We met at a hotel in the heart of the city and I loved the way he explored my limits and helped me to get experienced even more.
We tried a few things that day, ranging from furniture play to a bit of psychological dominance, which I would love to discuss in the following posts, but the best thing came later at the day - mummification. The mention of it itself set me up, and as master was just discussing one of the things he is good at and tried hands at, I cant help begging for a chance at being mummified.
It is not at all an easy area to play, and for the beginners I will personally suggest not to unless you do it under experienced supervision. It needs a lot of specialised equipments and training and was not at all easy to do it on demand. But thank god that I was with the right person who knew exactly what to do.
I laid on the floor silently as master started wrapping me with the cloth, the cloths went round and round covering my whole body but the face, I was amazed by the efficiency with which I was covered in less than a minute, completely immobilised and left on the mercy of my master. The feeling of so much vulnerable and able to do nothing turned me on instantly as master started tormenting me psychologically playing with threats and other dialects. He wished if he could keep me like that for extended hours, and how much I too would have loved that.
I also loved the way we experimented with the candles, he placed a burning candle on my forehead while I was still immobilised and god it was some test. Every secong the feel of the burning flame made me more and more uneasy and that I couldnt do anything burnt me from inside. The first time really I felt like being professional and truly in bdsm. I am still looking forward for another interaction with master, and often lost back in thoughts of being immobilised like that again.
- SlaveBabai, 12MAR2010
We tried a few things that day, ranging from furniture play to a bit of psychological dominance, which I would love to discuss in the following posts, but the best thing came later at the day - mummification. The mention of it itself set me up, and as master was just discussing one of the things he is good at and tried hands at, I cant help begging for a chance at being mummified.
It is not at all an easy area to play, and for the beginners I will personally suggest not to unless you do it under experienced supervision. It needs a lot of specialised equipments and training and was not at all easy to do it on demand. But thank god that I was with the right person who knew exactly what to do.
I laid on the floor silently as master started wrapping me with the cloth, the cloths went round and round covering my whole body but the face, I was amazed by the efficiency with which I was covered in less than a minute, completely immobilised and left on the mercy of my master. The feeling of so much vulnerable and able to do nothing turned me on instantly as master started tormenting me psychologically playing with threats and other dialects. He wished if he could keep me like that for extended hours, and how much I too would have loved that.
I also loved the way we experimented with the candles, he placed a burning candle on my forehead while I was still immobilised and god it was some test. Every secong the feel of the burning flame made me more and more uneasy and that I couldnt do anything burnt me from inside. The first time really I felt like being professional and truly in bdsm. I am still looking forward for another interaction with master, and often lost back in thoughts of being immobilised like that again.
- SlaveBabai, 12MAR2010
Thursday, 11 March 2010
Pain to Extacy
Soon we reached the point of the day which I feared the most, I knew this was happening and that I had voluntarily agreed to it. But when master asked me to lay on my belly with my legs spread apart, my thoughts ran back and asked why did I wanted this. I laid silently exploring my thoughts looking for an answer which might provide a comfort of some sort. Slowly master approached the bed lovingly stroking the soft skin of my ass and broadly grinning at the bounty. His fingers playfully reached the crack slightly seperating them and feeling the tightness. Gently stroking and nearing the hole master asked me to keep relaxing, more I relax less will be the resistance I provide. It was tough to swallow any kind of advice in the face of such a traumatic expectation, yet I tried hard to remember to relax when it matters but also wandered was that possible?
Satisfied with the urge to go and the level of comforting he had done till then, he took the tube of KY Gel and applied some of it on his fore finger. Coolly he said "alright, relax now, I am going to lubricate the area for you" and I drew a sharp breadth before closing my eyes in anticipated agony. I felt the cold slimy touch of the finger with the gel all around at the edge of my hole attempting to intrude inside. The finger did a neat job going up through the dry wall of flesh and on its way getting them slimy enough to take in what was next.
It needed 2-3 more go with the gel before master thought it was enough not to let his cock slip out, as he wore the condom and took position. He showed me the cock before going in though and it did swelled up a lot more than before and throbbing and ready to exploit what laid ahead. I clutched the piece of bed, shutting my eyes and gritting as the cock slowly started stroking on my ass, gently diving through the crack and kissing the hole with its head. A jolt ran up my mind as the first pressure led the cock to intrude its head through a bit, and before I could recollect another steady thrust made sure it kept on with the intrusion.
I shot mad at this point, yelling in agony, clutching in a fist and banging them on the bed, while a steady surge made its way up to a vantage point. At this point master paused a bit from pushing more inside and slowly bent on my collapsed form and attempted to calm me down. He kept asking me to relax, and as I did so opened up the passage more, yet not more enough to welcome the intrusion. As he kept on comforting me I felt his hold on my torso getting firmer as if he is holding me for support. His tight grip helped him to keep me pinned down as after that brief halt he suddenly pushed further in and then pulled back almost all the way back and thrusted in at one go, repeating this over and over and with more vigor.
I burst out at pain, yelling like a bitch, tears forced down almost unnoticed as fresh pain intruded each time master thrust forward. Soon the pain started fading away as the banging motion started to be a part of my body and a frsh jolt ran thorugh my mind making me moan out in some sort of pleasure replacing the menacing yell. As deeper he went, crazier he drove me, making me moan and beg for more. Beg like a bitch in heat who draws comfort from the mindless fucking it is subjected to, so was my condition as a wild extacy made me to want more and more and even greater. Master never eased his hold and it grew tighter with the vigor and reach of each thrust, slowly he turned abusive and held my hairs driving himself all the way inside me. The banging became more predictable as he started to moan harder and harder, and with a swift motion he collapsed on me and I realised that he has shoot his cum in me. It was an extatic moment feeling the heat of the white dense liquid, caught within the condom, within me and my squeezed my flesh harder to feel master's cock now slowly retrieving out from me.
And the day confirmed my love for anal submission and the extacy that follows the equally admirable pain. Yet today I have a tight ground welcoming any intruder as and when they come in life.
- SlaveBabai, 11MAR2010
Satisfied with the urge to go and the level of comforting he had done till then, he took the tube of KY Gel and applied some of it on his fore finger. Coolly he said "alright, relax now, I am going to lubricate the area for you" and I drew a sharp breadth before closing my eyes in anticipated agony. I felt the cold slimy touch of the finger with the gel all around at the edge of my hole attempting to intrude inside. The finger did a neat job going up through the dry wall of flesh and on its way getting them slimy enough to take in what was next.
It needed 2-3 more go with the gel before master thought it was enough not to let his cock slip out, as he wore the condom and took position. He showed me the cock before going in though and it did swelled up a lot more than before and throbbing and ready to exploit what laid ahead. I clutched the piece of bed, shutting my eyes and gritting as the cock slowly started stroking on my ass, gently diving through the crack and kissing the hole with its head. A jolt ran up my mind as the first pressure led the cock to intrude its head through a bit, and before I could recollect another steady thrust made sure it kept on with the intrusion.
I shot mad at this point, yelling in agony, clutching in a fist and banging them on the bed, while a steady surge made its way up to a vantage point. At this point master paused a bit from pushing more inside and slowly bent on my collapsed form and attempted to calm me down. He kept asking me to relax, and as I did so opened up the passage more, yet not more enough to welcome the intrusion. As he kept on comforting me I felt his hold on my torso getting firmer as if he is holding me for support. His tight grip helped him to keep me pinned down as after that brief halt he suddenly pushed further in and then pulled back almost all the way back and thrusted in at one go, repeating this over and over and with more vigor.
I burst out at pain, yelling like a bitch, tears forced down almost unnoticed as fresh pain intruded each time master thrust forward. Soon the pain started fading away as the banging motion started to be a part of my body and a frsh jolt ran thorugh my mind making me moan out in some sort of pleasure replacing the menacing yell. As deeper he went, crazier he drove me, making me moan and beg for more. Beg like a bitch in heat who draws comfort from the mindless fucking it is subjected to, so was my condition as a wild extacy made me to want more and more and even greater. Master never eased his hold and it grew tighter with the vigor and reach of each thrust, slowly he turned abusive and held my hairs driving himself all the way inside me. The banging became more predictable as he started to moan harder and harder, and with a swift motion he collapsed on me and I realised that he has shoot his cum in me. It was an extatic moment feeling the heat of the white dense liquid, caught within the condom, within me and my squeezed my flesh harder to feel master's cock now slowly retrieving out from me.
And the day confirmed my love for anal submission and the extacy that follows the equally admirable pain. Yet today I have a tight ground welcoming any intruder as and when they come in life.
- SlaveBabai, 11MAR2010
The First Humiliation
Well this is perhaps the first time I am talking about this. The incident which I can call as my first real humiliation happened to me quite a few years back, sometimes in 2000-2001 actually, and though I did thoroughly enjoyed self inflicted pain and humiliation during then, still cant qualify them as first since anything self inflicted cant be serious unless you have the controlled by others factor to it. Also I will not say that the incident made me so much affable of the thing simply because I was already inclined towards it, but even that didnt helped me liking the incident.
I was pretty young and in my early teens during those days, we used to go around to the ground pretty near to my house and play cricket with other guys of the area. Such one day the ground was blocked by other folks and we were forced to sit and watch. As most of our guys left, unfortunately I thought of staying. And not only staying but also eventually taunting them at certain points, because I thought as we know each other by days a little bit of taunting will be welcome. That was really foolish though and really late was the realization, and by the time the folks lost the game they decided to take some of their embarasment out on me. They accused that they lost due to my taunting and wanted to take the wrath out on me, so they got me surrounded but somehow I managed to break free and run for my house. While running for it I realized that they were not at all to give up and were pretty hot in pursuit.
Panting some way I reached my home, it was empty and fumbling through the keys I struggled with the lock, watching in horror as they were nearing. Somehow I managed to get inside and in time too, but unfortunately it was too late to lock back the doors as they were at a hands distance and I had to turn back and run in towards the safety of the rooms. Hiding behind a easlily closable door was my best chance of surviving that mad rush, but before I could force the door close they pushed it jar and in the process made me fumble and fall down.
I struggled to get up but when I recovered I was among the 8-9 odd guys panting heavily, cursing and abusing. They were desperate, a mad urge prevailed as they started abusing me and pushing me around. I tried reasoning with them so many times but nothing could calm them down. So desperately I had to touch my ears and apologise and hope to draw an end to that there. Well they calmed down a bit but that didnt made them forgiving rather they turned more abusive and demanding. According to them that was not enough and I must pay a higher price for my errors, something more dreaded.
They asked me to catch my ears and do sit'n'up for 100 times and without wearing my clothes. I just crashed from the sky, I wanted to shout 'WHAT?', believe me bdsm was not even in my mind neither I thought "oh am loving this", it was like "you gotta be kidding". But they were not, they were damn serious and cold about it. I plead for again and again reasoning that I will not do that but they kept insisting and promised for a serious bashing if I dont. Seeing my reluctance some of them actually came forward volunteering to have it their way.
One of them pinned me down on the floor and amongst pleads and tears another few started dressing me off. As tears rolled down despeartely I felt my clothes being taken off me one by one as I laid on the floor helplesly. My t-shirt had to be taken off at the face of heavy struggle but the pants went down rather easily in a single jerk. Convinced on my embarassing self they left me on the ground naked and broken and as one of them cursed me to get moving I start recollecting myself. Unable to meet their abusive gaze I kept my eyes fixed on the ground as hesitatingly I stood up and held my ears before going down slowly. I could heard chuckles and giggles as they gazed upon my naked self taking pride on the humiliation endured and the need to burn their embarrassment in it.
While I had to swallow the humiliation of a degrading punishment in front of so many guys I interacted with everyday, later when the torment was over and they returned my clothes and returned I crouched at a corner silently recollecting myself and thinking of what I lost and what possibly could I gain. Well my inclination for bdsm was no where associated with it then neither it was likely, only later when I voluntarily dressed down to my master did I realised how sweet and seeking that day's humiliation was.
For days to follow I had to avoid going out or ignore them if in the way, well they did pointed regular finger and directed regular taunts, but sooner than later things moved and I did put on the habit of dressing down to people.
- SlaveBabai, 11MAR2010
I was pretty young and in my early teens during those days, we used to go around to the ground pretty near to my house and play cricket with other guys of the area. Such one day the ground was blocked by other folks and we were forced to sit and watch. As most of our guys left, unfortunately I thought of staying. And not only staying but also eventually taunting them at certain points, because I thought as we know each other by days a little bit of taunting will be welcome. That was really foolish though and really late was the realization, and by the time the folks lost the game they decided to take some of their embarasment out on me. They accused that they lost due to my taunting and wanted to take the wrath out on me, so they got me surrounded but somehow I managed to break free and run for my house. While running for it I realized that they were not at all to give up and were pretty hot in pursuit.
Panting some way I reached my home, it was empty and fumbling through the keys I struggled with the lock, watching in horror as they were nearing. Somehow I managed to get inside and in time too, but unfortunately it was too late to lock back the doors as they were at a hands distance and I had to turn back and run in towards the safety of the rooms. Hiding behind a easlily closable door was my best chance of surviving that mad rush, but before I could force the door close they pushed it jar and in the process made me fumble and fall down.
I struggled to get up but when I recovered I was among the 8-9 odd guys panting heavily, cursing and abusing. They were desperate, a mad urge prevailed as they started abusing me and pushing me around. I tried reasoning with them so many times but nothing could calm them down. So desperately I had to touch my ears and apologise and hope to draw an end to that there. Well they calmed down a bit but that didnt made them forgiving rather they turned more abusive and demanding. According to them that was not enough and I must pay a higher price for my errors, something more dreaded.
They asked me to catch my ears and do sit'n'up for 100 times and without wearing my clothes. I just crashed from the sky, I wanted to shout 'WHAT?', believe me bdsm was not even in my mind neither I thought "oh am loving this", it was like "you gotta be kidding". But they were not, they were damn serious and cold about it. I plead for again and again reasoning that I will not do that but they kept insisting and promised for a serious bashing if I dont. Seeing my reluctance some of them actually came forward volunteering to have it their way.
One of them pinned me down on the floor and amongst pleads and tears another few started dressing me off. As tears rolled down despeartely I felt my clothes being taken off me one by one as I laid on the floor helplesly. My t-shirt had to be taken off at the face of heavy struggle but the pants went down rather easily in a single jerk. Convinced on my embarassing self they left me on the ground naked and broken and as one of them cursed me to get moving I start recollecting myself. Unable to meet their abusive gaze I kept my eyes fixed on the ground as hesitatingly I stood up and held my ears before going down slowly. I could heard chuckles and giggles as they gazed upon my naked self taking pride on the humiliation endured and the need to burn their embarrassment in it.
While I had to swallow the humiliation of a degrading punishment in front of so many guys I interacted with everyday, later when the torment was over and they returned my clothes and returned I crouched at a corner silently recollecting myself and thinking of what I lost and what possibly could I gain. Well my inclination for bdsm was no where associated with it then neither it was likely, only later when I voluntarily dressed down to my master did I realised how sweet and seeking that day's humiliation was.
For days to follow I had to avoid going out or ignore them if in the way, well they did pointed regular finger and directed regular taunts, but sooner than later things moved and I did put on the habit of dressing down to people.
- SlaveBabai, 11MAR2010
Monday, 8 March 2010
Respecting Master's cock
I was choking, the filth and the stink had me covered, the bile was constantly urging to rise in my throat, yet I had to continue. The hard, long piece of meat would throb in my mouth as my tongue would keep wrapping itself around it over and over.
On my knees and hands knotted behind my back is generally how a slave is given the chance to respect his master's cock. As the hard dick keeps looming infront of your mouth you will find no other mean but your tongue to have a grip on it and bring it under your control. But mind you not only the cock you will have to deal with the stink and the odour along with a strong urge to refuse. Thats it - the true test of your submissiveness lies here, if you refuse you have denied himself from that right forever. But I think it will be too harsh, I personaly know how tough that decision can be, I myself have faltered many times initially but have learned from them.
Slowly and slowly I have developed my fonding for the cock and the desire to suck it. The relaxed posture of master, bent back with closed eyes and moaning with slight passion, is truly rewarding. The throbbing cock growing even more with the slight teasing of tongue, the balls twingling at the slightest touch, the precum oozing in scores and dying to end up deep in my mouth, is as enjoyable. Slowly master will start thrusting his hips, while moaning, in my mouth as I will pant breathlessly for the desire to take his entire load in me for once and for ever and always.
No other way can one show respect for master's cock but to offer it the comfort of his tongue and let himself the honour of the taste of master's cock and cum. With slavery comes several responsibilities keeping your master's cock happy and satisfied all the time is one of them. Slowly and learning from the past I have grown to a stage where I understand master's needs and requirements and god willing I am able to satisfy them whenever master needs.
SlaveBabai, 08MAR10
On my knees and hands knotted behind my back is generally how a slave is given the chance to respect his master's cock. As the hard dick keeps looming infront of your mouth you will find no other mean but your tongue to have a grip on it and bring it under your control. But mind you not only the cock you will have to deal with the stink and the odour along with a strong urge to refuse. Thats it - the true test of your submissiveness lies here, if you refuse you have denied himself from that right forever. But I think it will be too harsh, I personaly know how tough that decision can be, I myself have faltered many times initially but have learned from them.
Slowly and slowly I have developed my fonding for the cock and the desire to suck it. The relaxed posture of master, bent back with closed eyes and moaning with slight passion, is truly rewarding. The throbbing cock growing even more with the slight teasing of tongue, the balls twingling at the slightest touch, the precum oozing in scores and dying to end up deep in my mouth, is as enjoyable. Slowly master will start thrusting his hips, while moaning, in my mouth as I will pant breathlessly for the desire to take his entire load in me for once and for ever and always.
No other way can one show respect for master's cock but to offer it the comfort of his tongue and let himself the honour of the taste of master's cock and cum. With slavery comes several responsibilities keeping your master's cock happy and satisfied all the time is one of them. Slowly and learning from the past I have grown to a stage where I understand master's needs and requirements and god willing I am able to satisfy them whenever master needs.
SlaveBabai, 08MAR10
Friday, 5 March 2010
The First Red Mark
There was a huge stool in the middle of the room, and some ropes scattered on top of it. I was already blindfolded and it was the first session for both of us. Master tugged on the belt attached to my neck and it was the signal for me to make the move. I relied on a gentle pull from master at the belt for directions as I slowly and carefully crawled towards the stool.
On reaching the stool I was allowed to get up on my feets abd asked to embrace the stool in front of me. As I did as ordered I could realize him moving around and busy, slowly he tied a knot around the wrists of my hands, using the ropes which were scattered on the top of the stool, and around the stool. I attempted a gentle pull but only to realize how firmly I was held at the stool. For seconds then I couldnt feel and movement and then suddenly I felt his hands on my hips pulling my underpants down. Though blindfolded yet I closed my eyes below the cloth as my naked ass was exposed in the thin air under master's inspecting glare and a hungry cane.
It wasnt much of a cane, a makeshift stick but capable enough to give several canes a run for their money in effects of sting. But things seemed to be slowly moving as master cupped the soft flesh of my ass to comtemplate what I was about to endure, he rubbed his hands in advance symapathy twice and then took a step back. As I swallowed a long breath and grit my teeth, slash hit the first blow on my cheeks. God it pained, never have I imagined pain this much from my self experiments. Actually doing it alone restricts you to a certail limit of pain but here restricting was not under my control it rested on the wills and whims of the person who held the cane and owned my ass as well. The second blow broke my distractions and brought me back to the tormenting realities. Only 2 strokes has broken my wills and seemed like I have been under the cane for a 100 blows.
The fifth blow delayed a bit and I could feel my skin wriggle, waiting for the blow, trembling desperately for the need of union with the cane or the fear of yet another sting. But when the cane yet again kissed the skin it was another rush of madenning pain up my torso. I was already started to beg for mercy and with more blows my pleads went from request to begging, but mercy wasnt to come so quickly. Five more seemed like an eternity to me, half way through had broken me so much that I could have given any price to help me out. But somehow I gritted my teeth preparing myself for each next blows, holding my breath and releasing only once the sensation of pain had run through to my mind.
When the ties of my hand gave way after the 10 blows I collapsed immediately on my knees holding my ass and leaning forward almost in tears. Master was kind enough to leave me with my pain for few minutes before he resumed contorling me yet again. But that was my first 10 blows and my first red marks over my torso. I was not able to take as many blows then, but its a learning process and I am still pushing my limits hard. And any day I will love the luxury of a rough cane with a naked ass.
Slave Babai, 05MAR10
On reaching the stool I was allowed to get up on my feets abd asked to embrace the stool in front of me. As I did as ordered I could realize him moving around and busy, slowly he tied a knot around the wrists of my hands, using the ropes which were scattered on the top of the stool, and around the stool. I attempted a gentle pull but only to realize how firmly I was held at the stool. For seconds then I couldnt feel and movement and then suddenly I felt his hands on my hips pulling my underpants down. Though blindfolded yet I closed my eyes below the cloth as my naked ass was exposed in the thin air under master's inspecting glare and a hungry cane.
It wasnt much of a cane, a makeshift stick but capable enough to give several canes a run for their money in effects of sting. But things seemed to be slowly moving as master cupped the soft flesh of my ass to comtemplate what I was about to endure, he rubbed his hands in advance symapathy twice and then took a step back. As I swallowed a long breath and grit my teeth, slash hit the first blow on my cheeks. God it pained, never have I imagined pain this much from my self experiments. Actually doing it alone restricts you to a certail limit of pain but here restricting was not under my control it rested on the wills and whims of the person who held the cane and owned my ass as well. The second blow broke my distractions and brought me back to the tormenting realities. Only 2 strokes has broken my wills and seemed like I have been under the cane for a 100 blows.
The fifth blow delayed a bit and I could feel my skin wriggle, waiting for the blow, trembling desperately for the need of union with the cane or the fear of yet another sting. But when the cane yet again kissed the skin it was another rush of madenning pain up my torso. I was already started to beg for mercy and with more blows my pleads went from request to begging, but mercy wasnt to come so quickly. Five more seemed like an eternity to me, half way through had broken me so much that I could have given any price to help me out. But somehow I gritted my teeth preparing myself for each next blows, holding my breath and releasing only once the sensation of pain had run through to my mind.
When the ties of my hand gave way after the 10 blows I collapsed immediately on my knees holding my ass and leaning forward almost in tears. Master was kind enough to leave me with my pain for few minutes before he resumed contorling me yet again. But that was my first 10 blows and my first red marks over my torso. I was not able to take as many blows then, but its a learning process and I am still pushing my limits hard. And any day I will love the luxury of a rough cane with a naked ass.
Slave Babai, 05MAR10
Dressing Down - a mental barrier
Dressing Down is nothing more than a barrier that resides in our mind rather than the clothes, A true slave or a property can never own luxuries like clothes, they shouldnt deserve them, since clothes are the luxuries meant for their owners and thinking of having one around is a grivieous shame and attempt of equalling your owner. Your owner should own you the way you come to the world or the way he likes, it is the first ad foremost duty of a slave to present himself to his owner naked, which also passes the message that we have nothing to hide and our entire being is at his will and command. Once you are able to break this barrier you can really understand the true worth of a slave.
'Strip down' it is too simple to hear but so much difficult to obey for slaves who are yet to understand to the true meaning of their role. It can be real difficult a situation and a very hard and long decision to make. But once you have the courage to take that step you are actually ready for almost anything beyond. Looking back at it this is actually one of the ultimate humiliations, with an unknown person sitting in front of you, fully clothed, and scrutinizing your naked body, each and every part of it minutely.
I can still remember my first experience in dressing down on command, this was back in 2006 and with Master S. Both of us were new to this then and were expectedly very nervous. But being a master I think he enjoyed an unusual comfort and freedom unlike me. It was a whole night session in his empty appartment, and I was excited yet scared on my first session. The order came not later than I expected, I was standing up, hands behind my head, legs apart in a position for master to examine, when master ordered me to take off my clothes and resume position. As I was refering I had to go throught the same painstaking process of answering myself - "Do I really need this?"
Thank god the answer was yes, or else I wouldnt have discovered the true role of mine. I couldnt look at master as I removed my clothes one by one - the shirt, the trouser, the vest, and with each of those went lost my modesty and pride in all but my master, to whom I truly learn to respect and devote myself. As more I gave away the signs of modern civilisation more I came closer to master and his desires before finally I was asked to stop while I was only in my underpants. As master moved arouned me carefully analyzing my body, I felt as if thousand hands are touching me and feeling my flesh for their desires.Hands behind my head and legs apart once again I stood there allowing master to know his slave more intimately and more like no one else. Slowly later the underpants were taken off by master himself as my eyes shut automatically under the burden of embarasment, but at that very moment I was rejuvenated to this new fresh world of expressing myslef and being what my soul wants to be.
It was a tough decision, not only that single time but for few more days in future with other masters as well. Each time a new master brought fresh embarasment to me, but now there is no mental barriers, I can walk in voluntarily in presence of master without a single piece of thread in me. Often even I would present myself to the master without the clothes to begin with. The only mental barrier that exists today is the vanilla world, the day I will be able to break free of that and can be naked and master wants me to in anywhere in this world will be the day of rejuvenation - true rejuvenation.
Slave Babai, 05MAR10
'Strip down' it is too simple to hear but so much difficult to obey for slaves who are yet to understand to the true meaning of their role. It can be real difficult a situation and a very hard and long decision to make. But once you have the courage to take that step you are actually ready for almost anything beyond. Looking back at it this is actually one of the ultimate humiliations, with an unknown person sitting in front of you, fully clothed, and scrutinizing your naked body, each and every part of it minutely.
I can still remember my first experience in dressing down on command, this was back in 2006 and with Master S. Both of us were new to this then and were expectedly very nervous. But being a master I think he enjoyed an unusual comfort and freedom unlike me. It was a whole night session in his empty appartment, and I was excited yet scared on my first session. The order came not later than I expected, I was standing up, hands behind my head, legs apart in a position for master to examine, when master ordered me to take off my clothes and resume position. As I was refering I had to go throught the same painstaking process of answering myself - "Do I really need this?"
Thank god the answer was yes, or else I wouldnt have discovered the true role of mine. I couldnt look at master as I removed my clothes one by one - the shirt, the trouser, the vest, and with each of those went lost my modesty and pride in all but my master, to whom I truly learn to respect and devote myself. As more I gave away the signs of modern civilisation more I came closer to master and his desires before finally I was asked to stop while I was only in my underpants. As master moved arouned me carefully analyzing my body, I felt as if thousand hands are touching me and feeling my flesh for their desires.Hands behind my head and legs apart once again I stood there allowing master to know his slave more intimately and more like no one else. Slowly later the underpants were taken off by master himself as my eyes shut automatically under the burden of embarasment, but at that very moment I was rejuvenated to this new fresh world of expressing myslef and being what my soul wants to be.
It was a tough decision, not only that single time but for few more days in future with other masters as well. Each time a new master brought fresh embarasment to me, but now there is no mental barriers, I can walk in voluntarily in presence of master without a single piece of thread in me. Often even I would present myself to the master without the clothes to begin with. The only mental barrier that exists today is the vanilla world, the day I will be able to break free of that and can be naked and master wants me to in anywhere in this world will be the day of rejuvenation - true rejuvenation.
Slave Babai, 05MAR10
Monday, 1 March 2010
Slave Babai
This is really a tough one, it is different to keep writing what I am thinking and it is different to try to sketch an image of me through the same words and letters. Nevertheless an attempt will not cost much. :)
To all who know me, I am Slave Babai or Slave Kolkata, or to many of them - simply Babai. But for them who doesnt know me - I am a guy in my mid 20s, 5ft and 10in tall, dusky and with a bit of extra pounds. I am good looking with averagely short hairs but a very hairy body. I am well spoken and softly too and I can be very naive at times. Though I will love to be a 24/7 live in slave but I have other responsibilities in my vanilla world as well. So I try to live this life whenever I can.
Apart from this, I am well placed in my vanilla world, doing a good job in a great company and with even greater people around me. May be possible some of you might know my vanilla self as well, but still I will expect the slightest of the respect to my privacy and the greatest of the faith upon my regards for your privacy. Its a mutual world isn't it? So my mantra is live, let live and be safe.
Now coming back to the chained thoughts, I am not sure when exactly first I couldnt helped myself experimenting with the kinks of B&D or S&M, as long as I remember I was fond of Bondage, Discipline, Punishments, Tortures and Humiliations from my childhood, say when I was in class II. I used to draw graphic amateurish depictions of men under extreme torture. With the extent of time, my imaginations matured beyond the canvas and urged me in self indulgence of pain and punishment. Not being the boldest that I am now it had to be bound to the four walls and between me and my soul. But slowly with the internet reaching every homes and desk uniting like minds and thoughts I borke free of my reservations and by the time I was 16 or 17 I had my first experience.
Well needless to say the first experiences are never the way you want, too much of expectations fighting with the sheer reality of limitations, also my first experience wasnt one to remember, but later I learned to contain myself and adjust to the needs of my owner. It took some 4-5 years, but better late than never, and god willing the post session complaints are now close to ultimate satisfactions. And there is no greater joy than the joy of a master satisfied with his slave. But yet it is a constant learning process, and I am still learning.
Slave Babai, 01MAR10
To all who know me, I am Slave Babai or Slave Kolkata, or to many of them - simply Babai. But for them who doesnt know me - I am a guy in my mid 20s, 5ft and 10in tall, dusky and with a bit of extra pounds. I am good looking with averagely short hairs but a very hairy body. I am well spoken and softly too and I can be very naive at times. Though I will love to be a 24/7 live in slave but I have other responsibilities in my vanilla world as well. So I try to live this life whenever I can.
Apart from this, I am well placed in my vanilla world, doing a good job in a great company and with even greater people around me. May be possible some of you might know my vanilla self as well, but still I will expect the slightest of the respect to my privacy and the greatest of the faith upon my regards for your privacy. Its a mutual world isn't it? So my mantra is live, let live and be safe.
Now coming back to the chained thoughts, I am not sure when exactly first I couldnt helped myself experimenting with the kinks of B&D or S&M, as long as I remember I was fond of Bondage, Discipline, Punishments, Tortures and Humiliations from my childhood, say when I was in class II. I used to draw graphic amateurish depictions of men under extreme torture. With the extent of time, my imaginations matured beyond the canvas and urged me in self indulgence of pain and punishment. Not being the boldest that I am now it had to be bound to the four walls and between me and my soul. But slowly with the internet reaching every homes and desk uniting like minds and thoughts I borke free of my reservations and by the time I was 16 or 17 I had my first experience.
Well needless to say the first experiences are never the way you want, too much of expectations fighting with the sheer reality of limitations, also my first experience wasnt one to remember, but later I learned to contain myself and adjust to the needs of my owner. It took some 4-5 years, but better late than never, and god willing the post session complaints are now close to ultimate satisfactions. And there is no greater joy than the joy of a master satisfied with his slave. But yet it is a constant learning process, and I am still learning.
Slave Babai, 01MAR10
Introducing Chained Thoughts
Hmmm...Welcome to Chained Thoughts...my first blog...for those who know me but yet not able to recall me...I am Slave Babai, you may also know me as Slave Kolkata from orkut, or collar me, or from fetlife.
Well those are the places I am frequent at and have learned you mostly from. Now about the blog - Chained Thoughts, is mostly about what I have learned over the years of my self experiments and the tougher years of in-session trainings. It is true that I have served at least over 20 masters in India, and each of these sessions have enriched my experiences bit by bit to where I am now. I can still remember the initial shyness while dressing down for my master, or the unwillingness to respect his cock, but where today I am I can only laugh at them. How strangely things which seemed utter perversion in the yesteryears have become the simplest expression of faith and respect.
Chained thoughts will also provide accounts from a life of a slave and the learning through his sessions. I hope this serves new masters or slaves or passer-bys who are interested in a little kink an insight to the our world, the world of S&M, the world of BDSM. However I know I cannot provide a full scale account of this vast subject but silently wish to be helpful to the budding slaves to understand the responsibilities and accountability associated with the word 'SLAVE'.
For those who doesnt know me, an about me will shortly be posted. Hopefully this helps you to know me better and god willing I might find another noble master to serve. But for those who know me intimately like Master San, Master G, Master M, Master Patterson, sorry for not naming them due to obvious reasons, I am sure this will be a platform to extend my respect and regards for them even more.
Advisory: I lead a vanilla life, which is totally virgin of these kinks, and I hope all to respect my privacy as I will respect yours. This blog will no way reveal the personal details or information about anyne associated, neither this will contain personal information about me except e-mail. For anyone interested in learning more, knowing me, or a guidance to become a slave or just simple discussions or chat, can contact me directly at slaveboyslave@gmail.com.... I often frequest the gtalk area as well with the same name.
Till then have a great year, and keep reading...Welcome to the world of Chained Thoughts of a true slave.
-Slave Babai, 01/03/2010.
Well those are the places I am frequent at and have learned you mostly from. Now about the blog - Chained Thoughts, is mostly about what I have learned over the years of my self experiments and the tougher years of in-session trainings. It is true that I have served at least over 20 masters in India, and each of these sessions have enriched my experiences bit by bit to where I am now. I can still remember the initial shyness while dressing down for my master, or the unwillingness to respect his cock, but where today I am I can only laugh at them. How strangely things which seemed utter perversion in the yesteryears have become the simplest expression of faith and respect.
Chained thoughts will also provide accounts from a life of a slave and the learning through his sessions. I hope this serves new masters or slaves or passer-bys who are interested in a little kink an insight to the our world, the world of S&M, the world of BDSM. However I know I cannot provide a full scale account of this vast subject but silently wish to be helpful to the budding slaves to understand the responsibilities and accountability associated with the word 'SLAVE'.
For those who doesnt know me, an about me will shortly be posted. Hopefully this helps you to know me better and god willing I might find another noble master to serve. But for those who know me intimately like Master San, Master G, Master M, Master Patterson, sorry for not naming them due to obvious reasons, I am sure this will be a platform to extend my respect and regards for them even more.
Advisory: I lead a vanilla life, which is totally virgin of these kinks, and I hope all to respect my privacy as I will respect yours. This blog will no way reveal the personal details or information about anyne associated, neither this will contain personal information about me except e-mail. For anyone interested in learning more, knowing me, or a guidance to become a slave or just simple discussions or chat, can contact me directly at slaveboyslave@gmail.com.... I often frequest the gtalk area as well with the same name.
Till then have a great year, and keep reading...Welcome to the world of Chained Thoughts of a true slave.
-Slave Babai, 01/03/2010.
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