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After feeding her, I free her hands from the handcuffs and place her wrists palm to palm behind her back to be tied tightly with cord.

She stands passively, but sulkily obedient to my commands, I do not give her a reason for the change in her restrictions and she does not ask.

I loop a one and one half inch leather strap around her bare elbows drawing it tighter and tighter until her forearms are one behind her back.

“We mustn’t get in a rut with regard ...

Training a pretty girl as a slave is an art…

I have writen previously about a single sleeve glove.

Only a woman who has worn one can acuractly describe it.

First you have to grab her,,,

That is up to you;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

Then you have to quote “cuff her”

Once a woman is in in your captity, owning a woman is about basics…

Here is how you do it…

Initial training for a slave girl ...

Our supper was pleasant, but nothing to write about. Ed is a mysterious guest, I never know what to expect.

I flew in at his request, he said that he would take care of while "arrangements"..



Ed hands me the keys to the apartment in New York city…. On 16th and Adams.
My curiosity is now overcoming me.
It is on the 24th floor

My energy level increases considerably when Ed tells me with a wink that I would find a ...

The two are a stunning sight with their tousled hair hanging down over each girl’s eyes, damp with oil and sweat; each well oiled body flushed and gleaming with perspiration.

They will stand on their toes and endure as each woman learns in her own individual way, what it is to be a slave girl.
I decide to ignore aleskia’s insolent little outburst of frustration at my gagging of aspen for aleskia’s defiant outburst and continue my training plans for my two slave girls’ afternoon. ...

I watch the two beautiful caged women as their feet begin a slow, almost involuntary shuffle back and forth, kicking forward and then back, this way and that. The sharp points pressing against each heel with a relentless threat, telling each one: do not relax, and stay on your toes.

This is the only real movement each girl is allowed as both struggle, seeking relief, feeling the agony of the other as the leather strap cuts into each girl’s personal being.

As time ...

Rhythm and pacing are so important to taking over the minds of the females slaves one is training. I wonder and can only assume what might be going on in their minds as they hang suspended by their wrists, toes barely grazing the cold floor.

Slave training begins at capture and this applies to every capture. We don't wait. As soon as a freshly captured slave has been bound and gagged, discipline and obedience become job one. It is important to convince a slave girl of her helplessness ...

My switch my Female, Tracy walks in the dinning area dominating the scene dressed in a black pantsuit with two and one-half inch black boots.

Walking in lock step almost exactly three feet behind Tracy is a very attractive, very docile looking aspen, a twenty six year old girl that is now free of all of her restraints.

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I last saw aspen yesterday in a very strict X tie.

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The high-heel shoes I have chosen for them are red. They are open toed, with a bare, open instep, and three and one half-inch stiletto spikes with a locking strap high on the ankle.

Once I have the shoes locked in place, I remove the handcuffs from their ankles, placing them back in my satchel.

Perhaps they appreciate the extra one-quarter inch of relief the soles of the shoes provide to their wrists. Or perhaps they are learning about the fact that I have glued a ...

A slave girl soon realizes the main horror of the discipline hood device.

It is quite a remarkable experience for a slave girl.

Aside from the claustrophobia, the heat, and the blindness, the difficulty of breathing; there is no place for her drool to escape. As disgusting as it is to have saliva streaming down one’s chin with a conventional ball gag, to wear an even larger rubber prod inside a disipline hood is worse when the saliva has little place to go.
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Together we step out of the isolation chamber and with my arm still around her shoulders, I guide her over to a small cabinet near the shower.

She turns her head as I guide her to the door and she stares wantonly at me. I glance at her and next Pretty girl rubs her bare upper torso against me while looking up at me hopefully with big doe like eyes.

Without warning I reach for the strap around her elbows and tightly compress them together to two inches apart as she ...