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   Note: Images files 28 and 29 are mostly journal stuff.
         People interested in the sorts of fantasies and 
         discussions to which I'm inclined may like them, 
         but people looking for stories should probably
         skip them.


My "Images" (a term I stole from Suki) are short ideas, images,
and sketches written for the amusement of and offered as tribute 
to my Liege and Lady.  They were always longer and never so well
crafted as Suki's short masterpieces, and over time, my Images
files began to include various email excerpts and other works
in progress or ideas for works and became more journal than art,
so some juxtapositions may seem odd.


Some of my Images follow.  They are generally cruel and 
nonconsensual and of interest only to sickphuxs, so please 
read no further if such doesn't appeal to you.

The Images are impurely the products of a warped imagination, and
should not be seen as a reflection of the scene, nor should they be 
imitated by anyone not interested in a protracted term as the ward 
of the state.

Steven S. Davis



-----------------------
"Summer thoughts"

[inspired by a comment about the summer heat]

You certainly have my sympathies for the heat, as I really don't
like hot weather myself.

And I probably wouldn't like it very much even knowing that
my domme had decided the one thing that made the hot weather good
for her was being able to tie me up in it and enjoy knowing how
much I was suffering from it.  Of course, being a caring and 
responsible woman as well as a cruel one, she'd make certain that 
I was kept hydrated (by pouring cold water over herself and letting 
me strain and stretch to reach her and suck the water off her body;
"c'mon, baby, are you thirsty or not, if you are, stretch that 
scrotum and get over her and lick me"), and she'd cool me down by 
apply ice to my bare flesh (and, of course, for maximum effect the 
ice needs to be applied where there is a lot of blood just under the 
skin), and if she was able to keep me outside, she'd have to keep
rubbing sunblock all over me (perhaps just before the ice treatment).

Of course, with neighbors, keeping me tied up in the backyard
(perhaps with a choice between laying spreadeagle in the sun or
under a nice shady tree - but if I chose the tree, it would mean
cords hanging from many branches tied to clamps that were biting
into me and pulling painfully at me as the breeze tossed the
branches, making me hope for still air despite the terrible heat
and perhaps allowing my mistress the double pleasure of laying in
the shade enjoying both the breeze on her nearly naked body and my
gasps and groans as the clamps pulled and bit at my bare flesh).
If keeping me outside was not plausible, well, I guess she'd have
no choice but keep me tied up inside a shed, which, of course,
she'd have to keep locked up tight ("you know I like you much
too much not to have you behind locked doors and closed windows"),
with, of course - purely as part of her tireless efforts to take care
of me - her making frequent visits to rub me with ice, pour water over
herself and let me struggle and strain and stretch (a bound man needs 
to move to maintain proper circulation) to lick it off her naked body,
and then, perhaps, to require me to lick her where else she might be wet.
Then, having done her duty, she would of course, flee the heat and lay
down to recover from her vigors under a fan with a cold drink to think 
about me bound and helpless in the terrible heat until her thoughts of
my suffering compelled her to come visit me again.

She would, of course, have to come many times that day.

There'd be no other way I could bear being bound in that terrible
heat.  If she had to get very hot when she visited me, well, that
would simply be her duty since it was by her wish that I suffered.


Addendums:

It would perhaps be an interesting situation if I weren't bound 
(or perhaps just my ankles were bound, possibly with my hands 
bound in front of me) and I were told that I could drink only 
by pouring cool water on her body and kissing/licking it off her.
I'd be unsure whether I was being too much a typical male pig if
I went between her legs immediately, or if I'd be keeping her waiting
if I didn't do so.  But I'm guessing that she wouldn't mind if I
softly moistened her face with my wet hands then kissed her face, then 
poured water over her throat and shoulders and breasts and kissed
and licked them, and wetted her belly and kissed it, then poured water
over her thighs and kissed them, then asked her to roll over and
I moistened and kissed her feet then the backs of her legs, then dripped
cool water up and down her spine then kissed her up her spine then
poured water over the back of her neck and kissed and licked it and
maybe moistened her ears and kissed them a few times, then asked her
to turn over again and poured water over my fingers and then moistened
her lips, perhasp keeping my fingers by her mouth in case it pleased
her to suck on them, then kissed her moist lips, then poured water
over her breasts again and kissed them all over before pouring water
down her stomach and kissing her there before moistening my fingers
(since I'd not wish to pour cool water between her legs (though I've
no idea if the effect would be the same on a woman) and ran my fingers
over her labia and rubbed her clit before lowering my mouth to lick her
clit.
 
&gt; for maximum effect the ice needs to be applied where there is
&gt; a lot of blood just under the skin

I was wondering if perhaps she might enjoy eating some ice cream while 
I laid or sat bound at her feet, her feet sometimes playing with my
body or on my face, and perhaps she might decide to share her ice cream
with me by making a sort of a subcicle and spreading a layer of ice
cream around my cock and then licking it off, repeating as desired
(ah, as desired by her, of course), perhaps licking after the ice cream 
was gone until she got the stick of her subcicle straight enough for
another application.

 
Thoughts of her enjoying thinking of me suffering:

Now:  The thoughts of her in cool comfort, but slowly getting more
flushed and twisting about as she thought of me laying in tight
bonds in misery from the heat and ropes and the hard floor of the shed
and saw me twisting, partly in futile efforts to relieve the pain of 
bondage, partly just from my misery even though I knew moving would 
make it worse, saw in her mind's eye my eyes burning from the sweat
falling into them (why blindfold me ?; there's nothing for me to see
in my prison and even if there were when closed up it's very dark),
her touching herself and moaning softly, her looking so much like 
someone is torturing her, and someone is, she's tormenting herself 
with her thoughts, thinking how much I'm hating this, but knowing
that, while on her next visit I may beg her to let me out, I'd
feel dreadful later if she let me out because of my weakness any
sooner than she wanted to, and when she thinks about how, when 
I'd say "please let me out of here, mistress" and she'd check me 
over and smile and say "No", that part of me is going to be happy
she said "No" and made me go on suffering because it was pleasing 
to her and I do so want both to please her and to be pleasing to her,
the combination of knowing that the real me wants to suffer for her
even when the corporeal me can't stand to suffer any longer and
even when I don't have the strength or will to suffer any longer
the real me is glad both of her bonds which hold me and her faith
that allows her to deny my request for mercy and to go on enjoying
suffering which I can't enjoy but which I *do* want her to enjoy
and which I'd regret having ended before *she* wanted it to end,
this combination is more than she can bear and she comes hard as she
lays there, and then dozes a bit, and wakes up and immediately thinks
of me, and starts getting aroused again, but before getting too far 
gone she gets up to join me, to share my discomfort (though reduced 
some because she opens the windows before she comes in) and to alleviate
it and to let me have the satisfaction of it being under my ministrations
that she comes (while listening to her come over a baby monitor is
good, when I tell myself that she's thinking about me as she does so, 
it's just not nearly the same (but if my dominant ever does lock me in 
a hot shed or an ice chest (or has me shifted from one to the other)
so she can masturbate to thoughts of my agony, I hope she will at least 
give me the kindness of that monitor; I don't think I could bear a lonely
and miserable night followed by her associate telling me that I served
my function and I can leave now))..... Well, the thought of her like that
has me hard and squirmy and I really want to go someplace and relieve
myself of this lust but I also want to finish this as soon as I can
and the netlag is driving me nuts as I'm chasing my cursor across the 
screen and deleting/replacing the wrong letters and wondering *why* do 
I write online. 

As it would be happening ?  As this was happening in RL, I (I think)
would be partly hoping that she'd let me out, partly afraid that she
would, partly hoping that she's enjoying it and would soon let me out 
because *she* wanted to.  There'd come a point where mostly I'd be
experiencing a terrible conflict between my wanting the suffering to 
end and my being afraid of failing her and all I'd really want anymore is
for her to let me go *and* tell me what a good time she'd had and what
a good boy I was.
 
One reason why it'd be nice knowing that we each trust each other
enough that she can say "No" when I ask for mercy (and therefore
I won't feel any hesitation in asking for it - yes, I do realize 
that's my old "hangs unto too much control" problem again, and
I also realize that in such extreme distress it probably would not
be an issue, if I'm really that bad off I won't resist asking
because she might say yes and I don't really want her to, I'd
just ask and later, perhaps, feel guilty if she granted me mercy
on my request) is that it would, I think, avoid some of the
complexities of the situation, that is, if I know that she will
refuse me mercy if she thinks I can continue and she wants me
to continue, then I won't feel guilty/inadequate when/if she does 
show me mercy.

Which might, perhaps, make me more likely to ask her "please 
let me out, Mistress" when I'm in a really unpleasant spot.

And give her the pleasure of saying "no". ;-&gt;

---------------------------------------

-----------------
Sharing a rant  (excerpts from email, all the words
mine)

[comment of mine about it being OK for a woman to enjoy
 seeing a man come, followed by this statement of mine]

&gt; &gt; (even if some factions of the gynosupremacy sisterhood 
&gt; &gt; consider that heresy)).

[snip comment about the expectations of the sisterhood ]

I agree with you that alternative sexuality doesn't need to
be straitjacketed (no offense to those who enjoy straitjackets).
That's one issue with the sisterhood.  Another that I have is
the way I perceive the "legitimizing myth" of male evil as
central to "official" femdom (well, the F/m variety)

FWIW, I am also annoyed at the "legitimizing myth" of female
weakness in "official" M/f maledom.  Especially so (being
selfish) because of the way this plays out as  "women are
naturally submissive because submission is weakness and women
are weaker than men", because this makes male submissives
- even I play with the connotations of "submale" but still
feel some resentment that not everyone who does that is
joking - an especially weak and pathetic lot (this is especially
true among Goreans, among whom the lowest of the low is a male 
slave, who's much less valuable and vastly less respectable than 
a female slave (which is IMO a very widespread attitude even 
among nonGoreans, partly simply as a matter of supply and demand
(and, of course, some male slaves find it a turnon))).

Anyway, I resent what I perceive to be a persistent disrespect
for submissives in general and a deeper disrespect for male
submissives.  Naturally, I do understand the extent to which
fantasy enters into this, as well as the extent to which het
male submissives have earned themselves bad reputations.  But
I also believe that there is a disagreeable extent to which
within the scene - I expect it from those outside the scene -
there is genuine disrespect for people who submit (and I think
there is, among some number of dominants, an abusive subtext
in their dominating people they feel are lesser than them).
This sometimes rears its head in the statement from some
people who opt to identify as slaves by saying that "there's
nothing at all submissive about me".

So I have issues with the official myths of maledom as
well as the official myths of femdom (I would need to, 
since the idea of submissive weakness (though not the
idea of female's being naturally submissive) is one that
femdom adopts - even if it has some contradictions to
other official myths of femdom).  The prevalent OMOF
is that men are bad and male sexuality is an evil to
be suppressed and useful *only* insofar as it can be
used to control those bad men, which, as it happens,
coincides with feminist mythology, understandably
enough.  

That there's some basis for this view I don't dispute.
And I certainly don't mind those men and women who
want to play this way, whether because they accept
the mythology or simply enjoy playing with the mythology
(there's a lot of playing with various mythologies in
wiitwd, but some people seem to take the mythologies
seriously).

But - and I've been thinking about this since you
made your comment about being a mushy domme - I
don't like the way, especially (but not exclusively)
in femdom, the official myth gets pressed on people 
as if anyone not playing that way is doing it wrong 
or a poseur or, if the person is a domme, that, no,
they aren't dominant, they're just gratifying men.

There's nothing wrong with considering submissives
perfectly good and capable and competent people
(in some cases even amazing people) deserving
of respect even at they same time they are controlled
and dominated and used.  Nor with thinking that men
are sometimes good people and it's OK to really like
a man, even a submissive man, and that it's OK to
enjoy his sexuality and for *him* to enjoy his sexuality
and for his domme to enjoy his enjoying his sexuality.
Being good to a submale, enjoying him, and enjoying making
him feel good (when it suits the dom ;-&gt; ) are all quite 
fine things.

The problem - rant soon to stop, promise - is that so many
people cannot feel good about sadism or dominance or both.
They can't enjoy simply doing it for the best reason of 
all: because they like it.  They need to come up with a
justification for it.  So they come up with the idea that
they, as naturally superior dominant people, *should*
be dominating these weak and naturally inferior submissive
people.   In the femdom world, they add to this the idea
(which at least has a bit more substance to it) that men
are dangerous beasts and male sexuality a menace and both
need to be controlled (and male sexuality suppressed) by
strong women who will feminize these beasts.

The irony of all this, IMO, is that it takes away the
sweetest part of dominance and sadism: the idea that
the assertion of power over this other person - the 
strong and wonderful person - is being done for no
other reason than because the dom wants to and can and will,
and he or she LIKES it.  That's all the justification
there needs be.  To the extent there is any other 
justification, that diminishes the joy of it.  If what
we are doing is as it should be, well, damn, then what's 
special about doing it ?  If I deserve to be strapped to 
a bench and my ass spanked till it glows red, then what's
the power in doing it to me ?  It's when you can strap
me to that bench without any pretense or excuse or
justification or any reason other than that you want to
(and could, if you wished, say to me "I want you to know
that I know you haven't done anything wrong and don't
deserve this; I want you to know I'm going to be very
cruel to you for only one reason: I enjoy it") that you
should feel very special.

And there's absolutely no reason why a woman who could
do that to me shouldn't equally well enjoy sucking my
cock all day and making me come over and over again, if 
she likes that.  There's nothing wrong with me coming,
and nothing wrong with her enjoying making me come.

[snip comment about something being unfair and not caring]
 

Nor should you.  ;-&gt;

It's OK to be unfair and selfish.

That's even charming in a dominant, and perhaps even more
so in a female dominant (and if that's sexist and unfair, 
great).

What's not OK - and after *this* the rant will be over -
is the use of pretenses to explain why what is unfair
actually is simple justice.  It's not OK partly because
it's dishonest, but even more so, it's not OK because
it diminishes dominance and sadism, it cheapens what
we do.  Revel in the unfairness, revel in doing what
we want for no other reason than that it is what we want.

Yes, with partners who consent, for some definition of
"consent".  But not out of some pettifogging legality
or some sense of doing what's right or just or fair.
Just because people doing what they want is good enough
and if everyone involved is doing what they freely
chose to do, then that's good enough.

Hey, if "just punishment" is one's thing, great, enjoy.
But just don't forget it's about joy not justice
and power not propriety (but if feeling proprietary
about one's property makes one feel joyous and powerful, 
go for it  ;-&gt; ).

--
Continued


The weird thing is - I'm suddenly reminded of "North Dallas 40"
"The weird part !?" - I don't know how many femdoms actually
think men are evil.  Probably not many.  But much of femdom
attitudes, particularly in the "sex with men bad" area, stems 
from the mythology of men as beasts (it also comes from the
influence of the prodomme on femdom (since prodommes for
legal reasons make it a point not to have or facilitate
sex with clients but for fetish reasons would prefer to mask
why they don't have sex with clients, and so make a virtue of 
a necessity) and from the accurate feeling of many femdoms
that men are more obedient when kept in a state of sexual
deprivation, and also from the fact that a significant percentage
of submissive men are into humiliation and like being put down).  
This all, I think, tends to have a noxious if largely unnoticed 
effect on the treatment of male submissives even by people who
don't actually believe that men are wicked.

There's also, of course, a simple supply and demand thing.
While "true" male submissives may be hard to find, self-identified
male submissives are such a huge glut on the market that there's
not much incentive to be nice to us, or at least no disincentive
to not be nice.

----

 
&gt; &gt; It is unfortunate that a lot of us still feel we need 
&gt; &gt; to hide who we are even within the scene.

[snip response]

A line from "Interview with the Vampire" comes to mind, about making
a comformists club of eternity.  Of course, BDSMers aren't vampires
- despite the appeal of the metaphor of vampires as a community
set apart, which works for BDSMers and many outsiders - but I understand
the feeling.  Defy society and conventional morality and dare to be
bound only by one's own choices - and choose to live in strict conformity
to community protocols one had no hand in making  ?  Well, there *are* 
people who like that idea (if the protocols are kinky), which is why 
I wonder about whether, among the many other ways those who do wiitwd 
can be categorized is as existentialists versus hierarchists.  People
who believe it's about choosing your place vs people who believe it's
about being in your proper place (who, if I may be forgiven some
snobbishness, seem to this existentialist[1] as being in some ways closer
to vanillas than to me).


[1] which I identify as even while I'll at the same time admit that
    I didn't choose to be what I am.  But I think that I would have
    chosen it (unlike the T.E. Lawrence of the movie, with his classic
    line, after it's been said that a man can be whatever he wants:
    "Yes, but he can't *want* what he wants").

One further reflection, I don't think existentialists and hierarchists
are a division of an "you are this or that" type (and even if it
were it would be one of a 1000 such ways to divisions).  I think
rather that these are two sets of people who have very little overlap
and who are disproportionately represented in the scene.

[snip]

I don't actually think that man haters are all that common, or especially 
common in the scene.  What I do think is that for various reasons
man-hating and/or the hatred of male sexuality has become a part of
the language of femdom, and I think that as is often the case the
language we use shapes who we are whether we realize it or not, and so
there is, I think, a noxious if unnoticed effect from this language.

It's sort of like the military training in which people are trained
to act like hard assed warriors (even if in fact they're not yet
anything of the sort and if put in the field against real hard-assed 
warriors would probably get slaughtered) because one becomes what
one pretends to be.  

[snip]

I know people for whom the idea that the dom is so much more than the
sub is very important.  I try very hard to believe that this kink is
OK, but I admit that when someone once described herself as being
like a tiny being held in the hand of a giant dominant and staring
up at the dominant in wonder, I found it quite revolting.

---------------------------------

"Tongues and Totems"

Such an unusual (for me) string of fantasies.  I can't say 
I ever thought a lot about tongue torture (sometimes some
clamps, and of course the over popular hot peppers).

Can't recall ever before imagining my dominant calling me over
and having me kneel by a table, then telling me to stick
out my tongue, then to lower my head so my tongue rests on
the table, and then raising her foot and putting her high heel
over my tongue, amd smiling as she lets me wonder if she's
really going to grind my tongue under her heel.

Or about her having told me, shortly before this, to go to
her closet and bring her a pair of shoes, which pair is at
my discretion.  I should be smart enough to bring her a
comfortably stylish set of flats, but I might succumb to
temptation and bring her the pair I'd like to see her wear:
the ones with those high thin heels that would hurt like hell
to have one's tongue ground beneath.

Nor, as it happens, have I had the fantasy that she'd tell
me to put the high heeled pumps I brought her onto a small
stool and kneel in front of them and polish them diligently
until she came for them.  I'm a big fan of high heels, but
when not being worn by a woman they don't excite me, and
I'm not much into manual labor and I bore easily and it
hurts to kneel for more than a very short time, so kneeling
and polishing high heels isn't something that excites me.
But I would recognize that what she had in mind was truly 
"fetish" activity: kneeling and worshipping her shoes as the
substitute for her and making them as shiny and sparkling
(as "happy" if a pair of high heels can be said to be happy)
as I'd hope to make her, and to keep my attention focused
soley on her shoes, no paying attention to the TV (ah, did
she mean to leave that S&M video playing on the VCR ?),
eyes forward and down, hands buffing her shoes, polishing
my spear can wait for another time, the video can wait, the
news on the TV in the other room (visible from the stool
were I to turn my head) can wait, while I devote all my 
attention to her, or to whatever she's designated to be her
totem (it could just as easily be the silver she wanted
polished, but today she picked the high heels - in part
so when she's stepping on my tongue later she can remind
me that it was very important that I clean the soles of
her shoes carefully).


--------------------------------------
Another Ramble

I might have mentioned this before, but one intriguing aspect
of the above scenario is the way that your friends and
I would thereafter look at each other.  Forever after this, 
whenever I would seem them thereafter, as for example when 
I brought drinks and sandwiches to your table, I'd know - and
they'd know that I knew - that they'd seen me helpless and hurt
(moreso in this case, that they had made me helpless and hurt
me) and that at least some of them had played with my cock.

And that some probably would play with me again sometime,
and that I had no choice in the matter. It would be solely
up to you when and how.

What I know I've discussed in other contexts is that I'd
hope your friends enjoyed the previous event and looked forward
to subsequent ones (I now get into one of my weird fantasies,
"fantasizing about what doesn't happen to me", the scene in which
you ask one of your friends into the kitchen after you send me to
fetch something and privately rebuke her for having been disrespectful
to me (for a somewhat idiosyncratic definition of "disrespect";
saying she's looking forward to paddling my ass again is fine,
silently holding her glass up and expecting me to take it and 
fill it is fine (since she's your guest and I'm serving your guests)
but insulting me is not; just because she may sometimes get to whack
my bare ass when I'm bound and partly naked and being made to walk
in circles and at those times is free to grab my cock and balls
and yank on them, that's no reason for her to think she has the 
right to be rude to me), and that you gained some elevated status
from this fact.



&gt; &gt; Interestingly today I was having a lot of thoughts about
&gt; &gt; use of people as anonymous sex toys (well, where the bottom
&gt; &gt; is bound and hooded and maybe wearing earphones so he or she
&gt; &gt; can't hear (you'd have to instruct me beforehand that I was
&gt; &gt; to respond to taps on the head about what I was to do, tap
&gt; &gt; me on the back of the head and it meant move the dildo protruding
&gt; &gt; from my mouth and my hood forward)); of course, you might think
&gt; &gt; that I'd enjoy being used by women too much, which makes being
&gt; &gt; taken bound and hooded to a gay party and turned over to the
&gt; &gt; people as a party favor (which the understanding that you'd
&gt; &gt; be allowed to watch; don't know if being awaited on and pampered
&gt; &gt; by gay men while I'm getting used hard seems more fun than waiting
&gt; &gt; in the shadows and observing) from both sides (dom & sub)


Well, part of the appeal, for me, of the gay party scenarios
(nope, no latent homesexuality here, not me, no) is the more
purely submissive aspect of it, that unlike being played with
by women there's not the aspect of enjoying the event, the only
enjoyment I could derive would be from your enjoyment or from
your pride in my service (well, I might perhaps take some pride
in having given a man a good blowjob, but I don't think I'd get
any pleasure from having his cock in my mouth; just from seeing
you flushed with pleasure and glowing with pride watching me
doing the man at his feet you'd pointed and snapped your fingers).
 
&gt; &gt; Fun for the sexual angle, of course, but more fun for the
&gt; &gt; property angle.
&gt; &gt;
&gt; &gt; This tied in nicely with the idea of "harnessed power"
&gt; &gt; (OK, reaching too far for the pun there).  The idea of
&gt; &gt; the slave as having power, but now that the slave is
&gt; &gt; under another's power, it's not longer his or her power
&gt; &gt; to use, now the person simply gets used.
&gt; &gt;
&gt; &gt; FWIW, I started thinking about this when looking at a
&gt; &gt; porn pic from the net.  Nothing extraordinary.  A pretty
&gt; &gt; woman standing bound in a harness (crotchrope and clit knot
&gt; &gt; included).  It's very possible I'm projecting, but her face
&gt; &gt; seemed to have an expression of pride and resignation nicely
&gt; &gt; intermingled.  That she was aware that she exerted power
&gt; &gt; over men; even know, bound and helpless, she was exerting
&gt; &gt; power over them.  But she *was* bound and helpless, and
&gt; &gt; no longer had any control over her power.  Her captors
&gt; &gt; decided what she would do and with whom; she no longer had
&gt; &gt; the power to fluster any man staring at her with a knowing
&gt; &gt; and dismissive look.  Now, anyone who wanted could look
&gt; &gt; at her all he wanted, and she had to accept it.  Whether
&gt; &gt; she liked it or not didn't matter, because it wasn't her
&gt; &gt; choice.  Nor was it her choice to whose room she was taken,
&gt; &gt; blindfolded, and obliged to service the occupant.


..... rather interesting to have her thinking how much she wishes
she were a little less beautiful, that if she were just a very
pretty woman she'd still have all the attention she wanted but
she wouldn't have been so desired that she ended up losing
her freedom; it's thrilling being intensely desired, but, her
arms twisting futilely in the ropes, she wishes that she'd
been a normal woman, she didn't ask to be a goddess, she hadn't
worked hard at being beautiful.  Maybe she did use her looks
sometimes, but she never meant to be a tease, or well, she
never deliberately teased anyone she didn't hope to gratify
sometime {pull on ropes; no good, they aren't loosening}.  She
liked being sexy, she liked sex, but she did want to have
a life... now she was just going to stand around in high heels
and lingerie at parties given by the people who said they 
were her owners {shit, does owning the rope around her limbs
give them ownership of her...well, owning the rope, and 
owning that damned cattle prod which she did *not* want
touching any part of her again) looking good until she was
directed which favorite was going to be favored with her favors;
dammit, it's not fair just cause she's beautiful that they
make her do this that they take away her life and make her an
object for other people to use....damn, shit, she's going to
cry, if she cries her makeup will run and they'll going to zap 
her with that damed prod if her makeup runs, she has to try
not to cry, don't think of her life or what passes for a life
just stand here and look pretty and try not to feel the despair
since despair isn't pretty... how many of the people out there
admiring her beauty know how much she wishes she had fought
and died when they came to capture her... and how many of
them, if they knew that the bound beauty at the wall wished
she could die, would find that a turn-on ? {I must not cry...
I must not cry...oh shit....}


 
&gt; &gt; Got to thinking about the issue of old sex slaves.  After
&gt; &gt; years as a slave, years in which she was, as a sort of
&gt; &gt; conspicuous consumption, used solely for her physical
&gt; &gt; charms (all the more fun the more intelligent and capable
&gt; &gt; she is; it's sort of fun to think of a person of vast
&gt; &gt; gifts being assigned to use solely as an animate sex toy).
&gt; &gt; Does she have to worry about being killed when she's not
&gt; &gt; quite as hot as some others, or maybe she's simply assigned
&gt; &gt; to take care of a hotter slave.
&gt; &gt;
&gt; &gt; In the male version, there's the question of execution,
&gt; &gt; and the question of whether a man whose owner had decided
&gt; &gt; he was no longer as interesting as he'd been would be
&gt; &gt; permitted to keep the tool he would no longer be using.
&gt; &gt;
&gt; &gt; Which lead to a very obvious observation and yet something
&gt; &gt; I'd not thought of before.  How part of the attraction of
&gt; &gt; the scenario in which the slave is told that when he or
&gt; &gt; she ceases to amuse he or she will be killed, or in the
&gt; &gt; case of a man that he'll be castrated and sent to work
&gt; &gt; in the garden, bringing flowers to the slaves she does
&gt; &gt; still favor, is the way it cuts through (ah, so to speak)
&gt; &gt; a lot of concerns: I don't need to worry if I'm wanted
&gt; &gt; or valued, the fact I'm alive and intact proves that I
&gt; &gt; am.
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