Slave Camp Part One

I was woken up at a very early hour. Master put on my wrists and ankle cuffs, collar and leash. Nothing more. I was lead out to the car and the seat belt was placed on me. Off we drove. I was taken to a beautiful house with a light on out front. I looked down at the clock in the car. 2:20 am. Too early for a party, too late for a party. I was led up the walk by Master B to a very large front door that made me feel a bit like Alice in Wonderland. When the door opened a rather young man opened it and said “ Come In.” Master B led me into the house and followed the gentleman into a small room with a Papasan chair in the center. Master B removed my leash and put it in his pocket. I was told to sit in the chair where my my wrist and ankle cuffs were quickly attached to clips that were in place on the chair. Master B kissed me, said “ Behave” and promptly left. The gentleman who I would later learn to call only “ sir” followed Master B out of the room, turned off the light and left me there. I am sure I fell asleep for awhile only to be woken by the light coming on in the room again. I also knew that by now I had to pee really bad. The gentleman came into the room, instructed me to call him “ sir” and I blurted out that I had to pee. He told me that unless I was having a medical emergency, that I was not to talk unless spoken to and disregarded my request to use the bathroom. Sir announced that I was at Slave Camp and Mater B had signed all the consent forms required for my stay for the day. I stared blankly at him. Slave Camp? I had not even heard of such a thing! Why was I there? Was I not a good enough slave to Master B? But before my thoughts could take over, Sir had told me that Master B thought it would be good for me to have an day out and maybe to learn a few things that he thought I may have forgotten along the way. “ Refresher course” he stated. The clamps were removed off my cuffs and I was told to stand. Was he remembering that I had to pee and had been in that chair, tho comfy for at least 2 hours? Follow me, he stated. I followed. We walked down a hallway where all the doors to the rooms were closed. At the end of the hallway he opened a door on my left and led me inside. The room was painted grey, in the corner was a St Andrew’s Cross, in the center there was a spanking bench. Several whips, floggers, belts, chains and other instruments of discipline aligned the back wall. There was a rack on the right side wall where I was assuming someone could be bound. The carpet was very thick and felt good under my feet. Sir nodded toward the left where there was another door. He said “ You may use the rest room” I scampered off to pee and thought “ How bad can a day be at ”Slave Camp” ? When I returned, Sir instructed me that while I was in his care, he would act as my Master, tho I should call him Sir. I was to respect all his requests and follow orders as instructed. He then asked me if I understood. I said “ yes Sir”. He walked across the room and motioned me to follow. He told me bend over, place the palms of my hands on what looked like the seating bench of a picnic table and not to move. I did as he asked. He then told me that as a slave I needed to understand that Master would beat me for any reason or no reason as I was his property. Sir then picked up a cane and said a good morning caning would wake me up. I cringed. Master B hardly ever used a cane and if so, it was near the end of a session. Sir told me that he was going to use the cane 12 times, 6 on each cheek. I was to only say the number of the stroke and nothing more. I was NOT to say "ouch", "no more" or any other gesture. I said “ I am not sure I can do this sir” I felt the cane come across my ass in an instant as Sir said “ You are not to speak unless spoken to, I am NOT looking for your opinions” I tried to regain composure, place my hands back on the bench and not say a word. As the first stroke of the cane fell on my left ass cheek I said “ ONE”... this was followed by “ TWO” and so forth as I could not wait until the six stroke was placed on my left side. I tried to take a deep breath but was interrupted as Sir began again on my right ass cheek and I blurted out “ SEVEN”… this continued until I barely could say “ TWELVE” but knew that if I didn’t, we would start again. My ass felt as tho it were on fire and yes, I was totally awake. Sir merely stopped. Said nothing and I remained in position. He replaced the cane on the wall and returned. He instructed me to turn around and kneel. I did as ordered. Sir took out his cock and said you are now to thank me for taking my time to punish you. SUCK. Do not stop until I cum and make sure you swallow it all. I don’t want any mess in this room! I began to suck his cock without any thought, he grabbed the back of my hair and pressed my face deeply into his crotch. While I was sucking his cock, he said “ you are a slave, you do not think when Master is here, you do as ordered and do not question” “Now suck my cock you dirty little slut and make me cum” Those were the only words he said before I could hear him grunt and feel his hot cum fill my mouth. I cleaned every drop as I did not want to be punished again this early in the morning. I waited for further instructions as I knelt in front of Sir while I could still feel the sting of the cane across my ass. This is the end of Part One of Slave Camp. Part two to be posted shortly.

Time to start writing again.

It has been ages since I have written. Master Bruce and myself are alive and well. Flourishing in our relationship. His profession keeps him away from our lovely home many hours yet i never feel that i am not cared for. Look for updates hopefully starting this week. As the adventure's continue,i shall start updating much more. violet

SLUT! Come here.

SLUT! SLUT! Come here to me. Kneel in front of me. Now suck my cock. Master was sitting in his chair as I tried to get comfortable the the chair height. DEEPER! I said SUCK MY COCK! That doesn't mean licking or toying with it. Master reaches around the back of my head, tangles his hand in my hair and pushes my head down on his cock until his cock head and shaft are gagging me. VERY GOOD... I LIKE when you Gag. Gag on my cock SLUT!!! You love being my cock sucker.. yes drool... let me see all that drool running from your mouth. SLAP! I feel a sharp sting as Master pulls my head away and slaps my face. SLAP! and again. How many times am I going to have to tell you that you are to be hungry for my cock, you are suck deep and hard, I want to hear you gag without TELLING you! SLAP. Yes Master. My head goes back down and stuffs his large hard cock down my throat. In my mind, I am trying not to gag in fear that I will puke. But I am taking his cock as fast and hard as I can, I can feel pounding in my head as I am sucking him pretty hard. He merely says, I am going to cum. I feel a hot stream of cum shoot into my mouth and down my throat.
Suck my clean,SLUT. I gently suck and clean his cock with my mouth.
Good Cunt.
Now you can go in front of the TV and get on your hands and knees, put your face on the carpet and spread your legs. I want to look at your cunt and asshole when I am watching TV. You can stay there till my program is over.
Yes Master.
I stay in that position for close to 45 mins. Listening to a quite boring TV show as Master watches me and the TV. I can still feel the sticky taste of cum in my throat and try to clear my throat.
Is there a problem SLUT? No Master. There must be a problem, you are making noise.
I am fine Master just clearing my throat.
You may get up and use mouthwash SLUT! GO NOW! I go into the bathroom and rinse with mouthwash and take a few sips of water.
SLUT! HERE NOW!
Now that you have had time to rest, I want you to eat my ass. You do know how to do that, right? Yes Master.
Master turns and I find myself staring at his ass. He bends slightly forward holding the chair. What are you waiting for Slut?
Nothing Master. I spread his cheeks and beging to gently lick his asshole. My tongue flicks his asshole and I can taste him on the tip of my tongue.
Do I need to sit on your face SLUT? No Master. My tongue probes Masters asshole. He waits patiently as my tongue begins to fuck his ass. My tongue probes deeper into his has.I am tongue fucking him.
He encourages me. Keep going, put your face right up to my ass. Yes, you can lick it now. I start to lick his asshole and his inner cheeks. VERY GOOD SLUT. Now you can kiss my ass, all over. Nice big kisses.
This ends only when Master says, VERY GOOD SLUT. You make Me happy.

Master leaves the living room, goes into the kitchen, fills a bowl with water. SLUT! He calls. Crawl into the kitchen and you can drink some water now. I crawl into the kitchen and drink the water. My face lowered to the bowl and my ass in the air. I am grateful for the water at this time.
When you are done, crawl back into the living room. Master leaves the kitchen and returns to His chair.
After finishing my water, I return to Master. In his hand he has a butt plug. He stats that as I go about my afternoon, making dinner, cleaning up etc. I will keep the plug in and remember that I am his property. Yes Master. He tells me to turn around and bend over. He spreads my ass cheeks and begins to insert the plug in my ass. My ass hesitates. Master says.. You can make this easy or hard on your ass because you ARE taking this plug in your ass. So take a deep breath and " open up"... I feel pain as the end of the plug spreads my asshole wide. It is very uncomfortable. Master turns me around and sticks his hand in my cunt. I am very wet.
He fingers me for a few minutes. Says, I know what you need SLUT. He then raises his hand and motions for me to suck his fingers. I can taste my juices on his fingers. Make sure you get it all. Yes Master. I suck his fingers, tasting my delightful wetness.
Now slut! You may go back to making the bed, cleaning up and preparing dinner.
Yes Master, I love you.
I love you, Slut.

Where does time go? Just seems to slip away.

I am still here... Master is still here. We are the same people, maybe just abit older. Maybe just abit wiser...but yes, still as kinky and erotic as ever... as I honestly believe we do not know any other way to be.
I stopped writing as what I call "life" got in the way. Now I am just making time for the more important things in life.

Time for a break

Here is where I take some time off from writing... but I will return in time.

Slave's Thoughts.... though random...

I feel safe and secure here. I feel that my family is trying to pull me away.
We have been on a tight budget to make ends meet and Master refuses to allow me to work, tho now I no longer desire to work outside the home.
Maybe it was time.. maybe it was his constant telling me that I wasn't allowed to work.

I feel so stressed over my daugther, our relationship has been destroyed and I am not sure who the influence has been but I lean toward my X. That is the most polite thing I could call him.
She is getting married soon and I am not sure of the date and at this point, I don't care. As would not come to Master's and my wedding. I am just learning why. I am not fine with what she says but at 27 one would think she would grow up.
All this has lead to stress at home. We are trying to overcome it and I am trying to obey Master and just shut her out, atleast till after the wedding. It is hard. There are things I want to say to her and then we just spin out of control, so my new challenge is just obey what Master is saying on this one and exhale.

On a brighter note, I plan on updating this blog more now that things have all been moved over and I even made the page reflect my name as " slave violet" There are so many adventures to share.

Right now I am looking to figure out how to connect with others in the lifestyle's blogs on here. This in itself has been quite a task.

OK... back at it. More tomorrow. Peace out world.

As of July 17th 2008

All the previous posts here were taken from my old blog. Master has instructed me to cut and paste them to a new blog with a new beginning of sorts. My former sub name has been changed to slave violet and i LOVE the name SOOOOOOOO much!! It is purrrrrrrrrfect.

Due to the timestamp issue on Blogger, it looks like all the previous posts were today. That is incorrect. They are a series of posts dating back to October of 2006.

From here out this will be my new blog space. My new arena, my new name.

slave violet