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I met cicero, with plenty of bags full of toys for his kidnapping scene. His nervousness was apparent, as he came to help Me with My bags. Being fairly new to the world of S/M, he was getting quite the education from Me. I discussed a more “lengthy and “edgy” scene than the mere two hours that we generally spend together playing. He agreed, although, he didn’t know that he was agreeing to being kidnapped. And for obvious reasons I had no plans on telling him.

A day prior to the scene, I met with him and gave him a white bag with a pair of frilly white panties, with two tiny crimson colored bows on either side of them. I instructed him to wear them for our session. After my bags were placed in the room, I had him pull his pants and underwear down so I could fit him with a metal chastity device, that looked like a piece of Roman Armour. Never having worn a chastity device, this was new to him.

His various attempts to control what was going to happen to him was quickly stopped by Me. I sensed his need to control because much of his life was about being in charge. He and others like him, seek out  professional Dominatrixes to balance the unbalanced in their lives. Hence, why after several months of seeing him, it was time to have him Really loose control by taking him outside of the dungeon setting without him knowing what I was going to do.

To start the role play, I feigned disappointment at not having brought enough toys for our little adventure, and told him we had to go to the dungeon so I could pick up the missing items. In the car he tried at small talk. I shut his attempt at control down (again) by demanding his silence and turning up the music really loud.

At the dungeon, I instructed him on his knees, facing away from Me. From my closet I pulled out a pair of handcuffs and quickly placed them on his wrists. Next I placed a black cotton hood, with cut outs where his nose and mouth are, over his head. I then explained to him that I was upset at him stealing both my panties and my money, as I pulled the white envelope full of money out of his back pocket (where I told him earlier to keep it). At the start of his protests, I firmly placed a gag in his mouth that turned his words of protests into muffled sounds against the round ball in his mouth. As I continued with my verbal  assault against him and expressing various ways in which I could punish him for his transgressions, he began to understood that we were headed towards role play…were we ever.

When he heard a male voice in the room, I felt his mind scrambling to put this part of the puzzle together.  A week prior to the session I asked Master Kevin to assist Me with the first part of the kidnapping scene. I was happy when he agreed because his presence would add another dimension to the scene. Our conversation about cicero, while he was cuffed, blindfolded and gagged, consisted of Me cutting cicero up and tossing him into the bay, to Master Kevin and friends having their way with him, and turning him into a little bitch. It was decided that whatever happened, we were going to take him for a little ride. Master Kevin being of considerable size and muscle, forced cicero off of his knees and we led him to MK’s hatchback. With one swift move, MK tossed him in the back of the SUV. I covered cicero with a blanket and sat next to him, gripping tightly on a leash that I attached to his collar.

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The thrill of driving him around, talking about what we were going to do to him, as well as other topics besides him, was both humorous and fun. We continued our little ride for twenty more minutes while cicero tossed from side to side. Since cicero,  was quite the orator, it was nice to have him silenced and unsure of what was to transpire.

Under the guise that we were going to put him in another car to take him beyond the gates of MK’s home, to the basement, where We finally decided that he would face all types of depravities, We drove back to My car and MK, tossed him in the backseat of My car. MK and I parted ways and I drove the muted and clueless cicero back to his place. By the time I clued him in on his whereabouts I  released him of all his captive restraints, (I didn’t want to draw attention from the people outside) and we made our way inside.

Because the kidnapping experience was not only a endorphin rush  but also a psychological, and emotional rush, I decided it was time to regroup and go out to eat. And although, I did not allow cicero to drive nor order our meal, I did allow him to speak freely about his kidnapping experience. It was interesting to listen to his thoughts, which I have encouraged him to write about.

Back  to his place, cicero, knew it was time to prepare for his naming ceremony. With the realization that I was going to carve the initials cMs (cicero My slave) into the meaty part of his calf with the tip of a very sharp knife, he was bracing himself for the perceived pain that it might cause him.

Naked, except for his chastity device, and panties, I tied his wrists to the metal posts on the night lights by the bed and his ankles to the bed frame legs below. I take delight in finding different places to tie a slave to, when I am outside of the dungeon setting. It takes creativity and thought to find those places sometimes.

As I cleaned my instrument and the space on his thigh for etching, and placed a towel underneath his calf, for dripping blood I instructed the distressed cicero to brace himself; adding to his fear. I got a chuckle out of this because I had no intent on cutting him deep enough to draw any blood. I found some classical music on Pandora and started on My slave’s new name.

His deep breathing was audible as I started carving away. Something came over Me as I started carving and instead of sticking to the agreed upon initials, cMs, the letter s. and the name cicero came out. The only plausible explanation I have for this is that I went far into Dom space and forgot the limits of My professional title. As a professional I am bound by a certain code of ethics, like not marking or leaving visible signs of our session because a large percentage of  My clients are married.  I follow this code, ninety nine percent of the time. However, I am only human (at times) and I live to create, and true creativity has no bounds, it needs to live outside of restrictions to thrive. With that being said, I etched the first couple of layers of his skin off with each letter using the tip of the knife and took up more space on his calf then intended.

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After releasing cicero from his ropes, we both peered at his new marking on his calf in wonderment. He admitted that his angst was more psychological than physical. With Me not cutting deep enough to draw blood there was only minor involuntary twitching of his leg, at times and all types of harrowing thoughts rummaging through his mind.

I planned it that way. However, as I mentioned above what I didn’t plan was the non discreet size of his slave name on his skin. We would have to figure out what to do about that soon. But not on this night, we were both tired and cicero was on “subspace overload”. and he needed time to decompress. And I needed sleep. I had been planning this “episode” for over a week now and I was tired both physically and mentally. I made sure to take the next day off and do nothing.

Glad I did because “Top Drop” came knocking on My door and I pampered myself and took it easy for the next twenty four hours to regain My balance.

cicero and I have moved to another phase in our D/s relationship.

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Beckoning

Posted: June 11, 2015 in Poetry

beautiful…

iliou

Taps on the glass asked,
Wouldn’t I like to be one with the rain.
So I slip,
A naked newborn to the grass,
Nowhere to be.

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My slave, cicero, with whom I’ve been sessioning with, for six months now, seems to be unnerved by our upcoming extended session on Saturday.

I delight in the fact that his is on pins and needles. And I understand his thought pattern. I have told him very little about the session, except that it will be edgy at times and it will be a lesson in trusting your Mistress.

He has told me a few times that he trusts Me.

Saturday, will test his trust.

he will read this and his thoughts will race (har, har).

Remember to take a couple of deep breathes, there is a safety net.

I did share a tidbit -there would be a naming ceremony and he suggested dinner.

There will be a light dinner to  recharge and calm.

It”s time to take our session up a notch or two.

Sleep well, cicero, you will need it!

Gute Nacht!