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The Sanctuary part one
Far removed from the normal hustle and bustle of the modern world,this place is established unto itself for my purposes of bringingyoung women to mentor concerning the sensual pleasures of Dominationand submissiveness. Carefully selecting these environs gives metotal privacy and anonymity from the burdensome, prying eyes of thehypocritical morality of "good people", my place among these toweringmountains lends itself to the adventures and challenges oflife-changing experiences. It's just that which is enjoyed daily asmy work...training submissive women in the lifestyle-art of eroticand sensual bondage, discipline, sadism, and masochism. Primarily,the purpose is to allow them to be the woman they yearn to become,unfettered by the yokes of societal norm...to dream of arousingpermanently the eroticism that's lain dormant in their souls whilethey've literally been enslaved to accept the stupidity of stifled'sameness' that erodes the marrow of what life is allabout...self-actualization. Evident daily, in my personal awarenessof the modern women, are those magnificent few who relish the role ofbeing a willing slave to a dominant master who is responsible for andcontrols every aspect of their existence. Once selected for mycomprehensive program, it's my role to remove the scales from theireyes and hearts and spirits, to make known that truest of allcreatures to be desired, the submissive woman. And, my work is donevery well, with an insatiable appetite to "create something out ofnothing"...the motto of this haven which really impresses others whenwritten and read in Greek.
Having established the credibility of this opportunity within theworld's community, for those desiring a lifestyle of Domination andsubmission, I continue to refine the process to accomodate the needsfor individuals...my paramount interest. Seeing no purpose inproducing a reasonable facsimile of a submissive woman, I rather,take the woman's given interests, needs, skills, awareness, andknowledge and compliment that with my own intuitive expertise,wisdom, and insight that fuses both her desires and fantasies intoreality. Many of these girls come from some relationship already inplace...and, as a sort of finishing school, their time here lasts forthree weeks. Some come without any foundation, relying only on theirown desires to become all that they are...and this may last for aperiod of 3 months. My purpose is a self- progressive immersion intothis seemingly strange world of eroticism. By providing the womendirection and focus, with expectations and delineated marks ofprogression, I have weeded out the ones who were here strictly forsomeone else, and instead, been able to infuse into those genuinelywilling, the experiential knowledge which is best served by utilizingall the senses in this course of instruction. In short...my girlslearn to become because all along, "they are".
Depending on the progress each makes, and the desired goals agreedupon from the beginning, the cost of the program is not unlike someprivate university...seemingly expensive at first, but well worthevery penny and then some for what it allows for many years to come.And as this benefit is shared...so now that I'm writing this, Ishould really rethink of increasing my tuition to reflect just theenormity of the impact of a few weeks enjoyed at the sanctuary. Eachparticipant is a faithful girl to me upon leaving here, not that sheis in any way committed to me. The gratitude for what she's learnedand become because of the experiences she's had, and continues toenjoy as her life is full of peace, joy, pleasure and certainty ofwho she is and what she desires in a very fulfilling life, doesreturn to me in the attentions they send from all corners of theworld. Letters, pictures, reunions, etc. keep me in touch with eachone...and I jealously guard over my girls and their welfare...abenefit of our alumni which is rarely needed but sometimes invoked.Enough of the philosophy and the intrigue which baits you enticinglyto learn more. If you're serious, and I am certainly very seriousabout what I have to offer in this regard, contact me via the e-mailat my address of [email protected], and find out more aboutwhat is available now in my selection process cycle. Let me relateto you how I chose my own personal slavegirl from this wealth ofwondrous beauty and charm.
A year ago, this past November, the leaves were about ready to fallto the earth for their only dance in this world, when Michellearrived along with one other. She was from a family that, like somany others, is dysfunctional, being the illegitimate daughter of apreacher's errant child who defied all moral codes of her day andfound someone who'd gladly help her get pregnant. Michelle was youngwhen she came to me, only nineteen years of age, and now wasalone...referred to me by an alumnus who knew she'd be perfect forfinding her true place here. My first impression of her was that shehid from others, keeping walls up to protect herself, a sure sign ofsevere rejection indicating abuse. As I reached to welcome her, withhand extended...she forced herself to look up at me, onlybriefly...and gave me the awareness even further when she timidlyheld a cold, soft hand toward me to kiss...as is my customarygreeting for new novitiates. What she didn't realize, that once shemade eye contact with me...she was mine, to be as I chose...and herdark brown eyes, framed with brunette tresses just as dark alsoenlivened in me an urging not like so many others failed toaccomplish. Michelle stirred my soul.
Administratively processed by suitable alumni who found secretarialwork to meet their needs for service, Michelle was interviewed andprocessed by me, personally...something she didn't realize was morerare than an eclipse of the sun. I enjoyed her discomfortthoroughly, as she entered my office, situated above the rest of thecenter, where I could look out and see not only what was going oninside the building, but outside in the compound as well, withmagnificent apertures to allow the beauty of nature to permeate allthat was about this place. Forcing her to again and again makedirect eye contact with me as she felt the energy being transferredfrom me to her, knowing that I saw the arousal of her nipples throughthe sheer top, and trying to cover herself was completely futile as Iinstructed her that obeying me was paramount here...all responded tome and my wishes...and I wished for her to look up at me...lower herarms to the chair and place her feet flat on the floor.
The forms would be the usual sort anyone would fill out for ahospital stay or any extended period of time even as a collegesemester, but they also asked personal questions while compilinginput into personality traits, moods, attitudes and types...a verythorough psychological profile which would give me extraordinaryawareness of their interests, fantasies, desires...and past historyof sexual experiences. To confirm this, I had the usual questionswhich verified validity, but I also did so much more in this phase oforientation. Polygraph tests had been forfeited from being reliablein courts of law...they weren't here. My staff was trained to givepolygraph examinations to all novitiates to determine further whataroused them, and many times, what wasn't offered freely in the usualfilling out of forms was uncovered when graphic photos, sounds, videoand simple questions were posed to a girl who was wired to catch heremotional responses to such stimuli. Thoroughness is a hallmark of myservice.
Michelle blushed deeply, discounting the need at times for apolygraph's wire to tell me what she was attracted to...even moresowhen I told her of further tests that would register the blood flowto her vaginal lips, measuring the intensity of the pulse as well asthe engorgement of those lips and the subsequent moistening of hervagina in her physical reaction for preparation for sexual contact.I was quite clinical up until this moment, when I told her to takeher panties off, stand and come towards me...
She had that look of a terrified deer in her eyes, her pupils were sowide it made her dark brown eyes almost black. Her nipples betrayedall sense of shame as she stood while her firm, 34-C, young breastsexpressed their need for attention, and her short faltering step ortwo towards me at my desk, told me of her shock at being so known,while also being so controlled immediately. With her wet panties inhand, I told her I wanted to know if she was aroused, to let me knowfor sure that her pussy had reacted to me, naturally asking for morethan just a casual, passing moment of pleasure. Michelle couldn'tanswer, so I extended my hand, palms up, and told her to raise herskirt, spread her legs and move her clit on my fingers till she came.
I still remember that wonderful young girl shuddering fromexcitement, fear, and the pleasures of her clit exploding in suchwaves of sensual delights as she moaned while shaking so, handscupping her own breasts to pleasure her taut nipples. When theecstacy subsided, I slipped my fingers in further, curled themupwards, and told her to look at me once again. Her eyes were poolsof intoxicating warmth, drawing me into her soul further, and I said,"You are to be trained for me".
...copywright '99
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