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                THE AWAKENING OF SHANNON
............        A TRUE ACCOUNT OF          .................
..........         SHANNON'S TRAINING            ...............

She had come to me in response to an ad I had placed in one of
the national rag magazines. These deal in the now not so hidden
lifestyle of masters and slaves. She stated that although she had
never had any first hand exposure to real S&M, she was very
curious about the subject and wanted to learn more. Since I
rarely take on people who have no experience I insisted that she
find someone who she knew and trusted to show her some of the
lighter stuff. She insisted that she knew of no one who was into
this type of kink and deeply wanted me to give her what it was
she was looking for. With a large amount of reluctance I agreed
to train her. ( most have many good and exciting fantasies but
the real thing is much more demanding than they expect) All of
this was by telephone and from six states away. We had made
arrangements for her to fly out on her vacation time she had
coming from work, two weeks, not much time for her training but
enough for her to be able to decide if she wanted to continue or
not. The weeks flew by and when the fateful day came she came
bounding off the boarding ramp at the airport with a childlike
zeal. At lunch we talked for a while and she related to me her
desires these were not unlike many I had heard before. Basically
the idea of being tied made her so hot that is all she could talk
about. She related to me of the many times she had tied her
ankles together when sleeping at night and how unsatisfied she
was with "regular sex". I told her of the basic rules of the
training program I had and she seemed even more ready to start.
We proceeded to my home located at the foot of the tallest
mountain in the continental united states, Mt Rainier. She, once
inside the door was ask to remove all her clothes and hang them in
the hall closet. This she did without any hesitation. A thick
leather collar was locked about her neck and her wrists were
secured behind her with a pair of leather hospital restraints,
these were key locking. Thusly she was lead to the lower level of
the home to an area that had been converted for the training of
slaves. Her eyes seemed to grow large at the sight of the room
and its many accommodations,and for a moment or two it seemed she
wanted to change her mind. But when ever we bring someone who
has never had any training before into our workshop they are ask
a lot of questions while on video tape.  During this brief
question and taping session she had still expressed a deep
desire to disown her body to the whims of another. So that is how
she was lead into this opening scenario.
Restraints were attached to each of her ankles similar to the
ones that were already on her wrists. Each arm was attached
to a ring set in the heavy ceiling beams put there for that
exact purpose. her ankles now attach also to a length of steel
chain were likewise attached to rings set into the floor.
She stood there on her toes, her head up and alert waiting for
what was next to come. Her eyes looked at me with a questioning
glance as I placed the leather hood over her head and secured it
below her head around the neck. (inside the hood was a gag sewn-
inside that had a corresponding strap on the outside to pull it
inside the mouth) She was then gagged and sightless, also the
hood makes sound a very limited sensation. (by the way there are
holes near the nose of the hood for breathing for you who have
never seen one of these ) In the top of the hood is a ring this
was secured to the beam directly over her head. making it
impossible for her to move, talk, see, or hear. With her now
quivering legs spread so far apart she must have felt very
venerable to anything whatsoever. We strapped a special type of
vibrator around her waist and slipped a sensor inside her
vaginal cavity. ( The sensor monitors vaginal contractions, the
vibrator fits over the external vaginal area near the clitoris.
the vibrator stimulates the person to a point near orgasm, then
as soon as the person gets into the action and starts to go with
it with action of their own the sensor detects the muscle action
and shuts off the vibrator, after five minutes it starts all
over again.) This was the way she was left for the first four
hours. I watched but didn't speak to her. I left her to the world
of simple sexual frustration. After about two hours she was
hanging in the restraints by her wrists, sweat was profuse on her
body. the vibrator running she just shuddered and moaned. And
then it would be off again and she would relax, and then on again
and you could see the leg muscles quiver. In this fashion she
was denied a complete release. When this was over she had little
strength and was sticky from her own sweat. Removed from this
she was placed in a special chair, this was at one time a dental
office chair with the hydraulic lift and all With the back tilted
all the way back and her bent over it she was secured. The chair
was raised to where her feet were no longer touching the floor
and her rear was nicely displayed. Quickly without warning
several strokes from a light cane were applied. her body then
again came alive. And a drawing appeared upon her bottom. As soon
as this had finished, the vibrator was once again turned on this
time with the sensor turned off and she was allowed to orgasm.
Her orgasm lasted three minutes. And during the caning she had
not cried, but during orgasm she sobbed continuously. After a
long shower, some light food, some small talk, we settled into
a good long conversation of her first day. She said she had
never had an orgasm of that magnitude before in her life. And
wanted to think about it over night to see if she wanted to
try some other things. She slept chained. (end day one)

***                 THE TRUE STORY OF SHANNON                ***
***                                                          ***
***                         DAY TWO                          ***
***                                                          ***
***                                                          ***

When the morning came she found her self sore and chained. She
had a rather demanding time the day before. She still had some
signs of the cane on her rear, but they were now faded and were
just memories. She sat up as I entered the room, she parted her
lips in an attempt to speak and held her thought, she remembered
that the one thing I had taught her that was most important was
that a slave never speaks unless she is given permission to do
so.  I seeing that she had something to say ask her what was on
her mind.  She started by asking what was for breakfast, I told
her she would be fed but not quite yet. I told her to get onto
her knees, she complied. I reached around and braceleted her
wrists behind her back. She was kneeling there looking up at me
with a "what's next" kind of expression. I pointed to the zipper
on my pants. She said " I haven't even been to the bathroom yet"
I slapped her face and told her that she had two options while
in this place, one was to leave and the other was to do as she
was ask. She said she was sorry and unzipped my pants removed my
penis and started sucking on it with a reluctant but steady
back and forth motion. (she had a way of opening her mouth on -
the down stroke and then closing and sucking real hard on the up
stroke) I came in a matter of minutes. I  saw a white slickness
around her lips and knew it was my seed. She cleared her throat
a few times and stayed in the position I had requested. I
reached behind her and grabbed her wrists by the bracelets. I
took her over to the ring in the center of the room and with a
short piece of chain secured them up in the air behind her back.
She was teetering there in her tiptoes head down arms up rear
sticking out. again I applied the cane this time I told her not
to make a sound. I said to her that if she was quiet I would
only give her five, but if she made noise I would start counting
all over again. She received twenty nine before she decided to
be quiet. She also couldn't hold her water while she was being
disciplined (remember she had to use the bathroom) I know this
seem hard to some of you but you have to understand she was
there of her own will, also she could leave anytime she wanted
to. After the caning she was allowed to use the bath and to get
ready for the day after the shower she was allowed to eat. Her
food was given to her on the floor, her hands were again behind
her back. (you should have been there) She had oatmeal all over
her face and even some in her hair.  After another shower she
chained in the corner of the room with instructions not to speak.
She spent most of the day there. When evening came she was lead
off to spend some time with a female friend of mine. ( I wasn't-
involved in this so I can relate it to you but I am sure your
imagination will do.... she slept the night with my friend. The
next morning....well that's another story

****************         THE TRUE STORY         *****************
****************                                *****************
****************      OF SLAVE GIRL SHANNON     *****************
****************                                *****************
****************            DAY THREE           *****************

It was late the next morning when I saw Shannon, she was returned
naked in a sheet. Her breasts and neck were covered with hickies.
I never ask about that night, but always wished I had. She was in
a very pleasant mood, although I noticed when she sat down that
she did so very gingerly. I had her turn around so I could
inspect her back side. I was surprised to note that even though
whipped the day before with the intention of leaving some welts,
the welts were gone ! She had some rather large round bruises
that seemed to me would stay for a few days. Asking her what was
used on her to create these nice paintings she replied "a large-
kitchen spoon". I decided to give her ass a break for a few days
and try to concentrate on other more meaningful areas of her
training. Her ankles were cuffed together with her in a kneeling
position. Her wrists were braceleted behind her back. Her hair
(not very long about shoulder length) was tied into a pony tail
and attached to a cord which ran to a ring in the ceiling. Nipple
clamps attached. a connecting strap was run from her wrists to
her ankles and drawn tight bringing her feet up and behind her
such a way that the only thing balancing her was the cord on her
hair. A large mirror was placed in front of her so that she could
see all of her self. A recorder was placed near her, the mike
attached to the mirror. She was told this " This is the way you
will remain until you recite the following one thousand times"
"I am a female, I belong to men, to real men and only to them-
it is my natural calling to be owned, and to obey. I will strive
to please any and all real men. For I am a slave to my sexual
desires." (For her to do this completely would take many hours-
and would not be practical for her to remain in this position)
(The idea that even though what has been asked may seem-
impossible for her to do,that she be willing to expend all of-
of her energy trying to do it ) She was left there for about
two hours she had about three hundred lines done. Two hours is
a very long time in that position. When I entered the room she
looked to me and continued to repeat the phrase. I said wait...
"how are you doing ? " She replied her back hurt and her hands
were going to sleep. I ask how many she had done she didn't know
how many. I said for her to start over and count this time.
Her whole body began to shake and she started to cry. I inquired
of her what was wrong. She said " I just cant stay this way
any more" I said:" You will until you finish."(I wanted her to
beg for something else) She said: "I will do anything just ask-
but I cant do this any more". ( I was waiting for that famous-
line"I will do anything" Now she had made some real progress)
****
****Three things to think about here :  1. She was staying of
****  of her own accord. 2. She had submitted to another
****woman the night before. 3. She had accepted discipline from
****two different dominant people in less than 48 hours. And was
****willing to submit to anything to get out of an uncomfortable
****training session. But most important was the fact that she
****didn't ask to leave just to submit to something different.
****
She was released from the restraints she was under. She was
instructed to report to the bath area of the house. She was there
waiting for me when I entered a half hour later, just sitting
there on the edge of the tub, naked. I had her get into the tub
and place her hands on the side of the tub. She was sitting
facing the faucet. Her body was turned to the side because of the
position of her hands. After removing all of my own clothes I
stepped inside the tub and had her place her hands on my ankles.
Her head was a little higher than my knees, she was bent forward
just slightly. Pointing to my penis and scrotum I had made my
desire known. I straddled her body with her still sitting. Her
head back, mouth open tongue licking the underside of my scrotum.
I was sure this wasn't something new to her since she had this
devil look on her face. Requiring her to lick between my legs
for a few minutes was just prep for the next thing to come. I
took hold of my penis and directed it to her mouth, she accepted
it eagerly. The direction that she next received was to stimulate
her self as best she could with one hand while placating me.
(what was done next you may say is impossible, it is if you
have-not worked on it for a long time) When I saw that she was
getting excited her self and she was working harder and harder
on me I started urinating in her mouth. It took a few seconds for
her to realize what was going on, as soon as I saw her eyes
look at me with some resistance I grabbed her hair and just held
it tightly. She closed her eyes and sucked and swallowed as hard
as she could and orgasmed her self in a tightening of her body
that bent her double beneath me. My urine continued to flow on
her back and form little rivulets down to her rear. A long shower
followed. We both washed and caressed each other and then made
love in the shower with the water pelting us all the while.
It was good for me and she was well spent also. The remainder of
the day and evening she spent at my side on her hands and knees
with collar and leash. She slept in a wire kennel made person
size, with carpeting not too uncomfortable except it is only
four feet long and two and one half feet wide. How did she sleep?
tell you next time......

********************    THE TRUE STORY    ******************
*****************            OF             ****************
*****************        SLAVE GIRL         ****************
*******************       SHANNON         ******************

***                     DAY   FOUR                       ***

Shannon was sleeping in the cage below in the training room.
I had some business other than training her for the day. she
found her self confined for the day with out food or use of a
rest room. She did have a supply of water that was connected
to the side of the cage. The cage being locked shut left her
no other option than to stay where I had left her. I returned
later in the day, about six or so. After some dinner I descended
to the cages area. She was sleeping in a fetal position. I
kicked the side of the cage and informed I wanted her to wake
up. She sat up and said " where have you been "  this was not a
good move on her part for a slave does not require from her
master such information. I unlocked the cage and told her to go
take a shower and and return as quickly as possible. I was
very interested in the feelings she was having since she had
been forced to relieve her self in her cage and then stay in
there. She returned a short time later with wet hair and a smell
of fresh shampoo. Her lips had been done as well as her eyes.
I noticed that even her nipples were redder than is normal.
She entered and she knelt before me. ( I love it when they do-
that) She was getting the idea. I ask her if she always spoke
without permission. she replied " sorry Master " And she
proceeded to place her head to the floor. ( I also love that )
I told her  "get the whip " she crawled on her hands and knees
to where the whip hung and raised her self up and took it
between her teeth and lowered her self to the floor and came
back to where I was. I ask her "are you ready for the whip ?"
she replied " yes Master " I said " ask permission first from
now on if you wish to speak." She replied " yes Master ".
I wanted to ask questions about her thoughts and didn't want
to change the way she felt at the moment. The following are
the questions as taped at the time.

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Q. How do you feel about your training so far shannon ?
>>
A. It has been a lot different than I had expected it to be. I
had expected a lot more beating, but I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure
if what I had expressed I was interested in would be explored.

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Q. This was your fourth day, I feel you have made good changes
in becoming a slave in your heart, how do you feel ?
>>
A. When I came here I was very interested in getting rid of my
temper and my inhibitions, I have found that so far I have-not
felt either of these. I don't understand that since I have
always had them. But so far I feel like furniture with but one
real purpose to please. I don't know if that is what I truly
want for this is a very addictive manner of existence.

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Q. Do you want to continue your training ?
>
A. If My master is pleased to do so. I would wish that he
continue. I do wish that he could be more demanding of this
slave of his.

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>>
>>
I concluded the evening with giving her a sound strapping, This
was done with a wide leather strap and was applied to her back
and leg's. She slept that night without being fed.

********************  SHANNON SLAVE GIRL   ********************
********************      DAY  FIVE        ********************

It was late in the morning when she awoke. Food was waiting for
her outside of her cage. It was as usual oatmeal with a piece
of wheat toast and some coffee.  She was sore from the strapping
the night night before but was in a good mood. She greeted me
with a  smile and a "Good Morning Master" I had her crawl out of
the cage and she stayed on her knees waiting for instructions. I
felt that she had taken to heart the whole idea of being a true
slave.  She was looking at me with a look of anticipation that
was to much for me to resist.  I ask her to stand up then bend
over and grab her ankles. I proceeded to inspect her body. Her
back had several wide red marks from the strapping the night
before. I could also see some smaller welts on the backs of her
legs.  I think these were from the tip of the strap which is
traveling at a greater speed than the middle section and
therefore has a deeper impact.  The sight of this sweet little

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~        DAY FIVE         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~         WHAT WAS HER REQUEST ?       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

** At first she thought for a few moments, then she ask in a
low soft way "Do you think I could handle having my nipples
pierced ? "
I replied " It all depends on how much you want it done and if
you are willing to take care of them for a few weeks
while they heal."
She said " I mean do you think I could handle the pain, they are
so sensitive. I have never thought about it much before but now
I do want it done."
I told her to remove her clothes and recline into the dental
chair where I proceeded to secure her hand body and foot. I
didn't blindfold her because I wanted her to watch, also I
omitted the normal gag. She was fastened on her back with her
head forward close to her chest. Her arms were tied to the sides
and her feet secured to the foot rails of the chair. Over the
middle of her body was a wide strap about three inches wide,
this kept her from sudden movements that might cause problems
with the piercing.
**
**When I do piercings I like to be exact in the positioning of
the piercing tool. This makes piercing quicker and less painful.
I went to the chest where I keep these types of instruments, I
withdrew a short but thick veterinary needle. This type of needle
has considerable size and allows a nylon filament to slide
through the center of it.  The filament is made for weed-eaters
and is the size of a match stick.
The problem one has with doing piercings is keeping everything
clean during the operation, and proper care after the wound has
been inflicted. She was watching as I gathered these various
things. I had some alcohol swabs the kind that have their own
foil pack, also a pair of pliers that had flat blades with a
hole drilled near the end. The handle of the pliers had a
ratchet latch to adjust the amount of pressure applied.
As I approached her with these various devices I saw that
possibly the reality of the situation might be more than the
fantasy she maintained. This I could see in the look she had on
her face. I ask her one more time if she wanted to go through
with it. Her reply was just do it and I'll try not to make noise.
I placed the pliers over her left nipple bringing the blades
closed on the tip flattening out its surface. When flattened out
it was about one half of an inch wide.  I told her not to look
at what I was doing, (I didn't want her to flinch when she saw-
the needle coming) I placed the tip of the needle at the opening
in the plier blade , with one hard push it was passed completely
through to the other side. She screamed and heaved her chest up
and then settled back into the chair.   I took a precut length
of the nylon filament and fed it through the needle about three
inches. While holding the filament I with drew the needle
leaving the nylon behind hanging out of each side of the nipple.
Then I removed the pliers and placed them on the other breast.
After removing the pliers from her left nipple and the blood was
allowed to return to it, it started to bleed. I placed a large
self stick bandage over the entire nipple.( because there is-
nothing as bad as having to watch blood run down someone's body
knowing full well you are the one who caused it to do so.
In a matter of a few minutes both of her nipples were pierced
in this manner. Both breasts had nylon filament hanging from
their respective nipples.  This filament was thick and stiff.
It was about six inches in length.  The ends were brought
together and fed through a small metal crimp that fastened them
as one piece.  These appeared as rather large plastic hoops on
the front of her body.  The length of these hoops allowed her to
move them through the piercing while being able to coat the hoop
with medication.
***
***She hadn't screamed when I passed the second needle, I felt
she had handled the whole thing rather well. She would soon find
that they would get very sore for a couple of weeks and then
there after they would always display a tendency to be more
sensitive. She was released from the chair and allowed the run
of the house for the first time. I found that she followed me
and when I sat she sat on the floor next to my legs. I used her
lips briefly that evening before I sent her to her cage.  She was
becoming exquisite.....
..................... true slave, heated by her desire to please.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>    SHANNON DAY SIX        <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
>>>>>>>>>>>          SIMPLE THOUGHTS                <<<<<<<<<<

...      I thought I had made her well aware of how sore her
nipples would be but non the less she awoke with much groaning
and oohing and ahhhing, it seemed that she had a pair of very
tender breasts. I expected them to be this way but she didn't
take to heart what I had said to her about them being sore for
about two weeks.   I told her to take a shower that morning and
then gave her a tube of folies ointment to apply to the nylon
cord and rotate through them.  I didn't see her for about three
or four hours I was busy with some other stuff I had to do.
One can't spend 24 hours a day keeping these little truffets
Well when I again thought of her it was about noon.  I saw her
kneeling in the kitchen area watching someone cook the noonday
meal.  Before the meal was served she was instructed to clean the
floor with a small broom and told to put the things in the
dustpan in the trash.  I was seated at the table and shannon was
on the floor beside me.  She was not allowed to eat with her
fingers, instead she ate from a regular doggy dish that was
bought for her. We were having bacon tomato sandwiches, she on
the other hand was having the same thing but hers had been cut
up into little pieces just the size she would require for her
mouth to be able to pick up and chew. Beside her food bowl was
a clean bowl of water with a few ice cubes in it. The sight of
a beautiful female eating this way totally naked ,  well I must
say is exciting.  I had finished my sandwiches and the person who
had cooked the meal had gone into another room. I was watching
shannon struggle with her food. The sight of her trying to drink,
well it was easy when the bowl was somewhat full she could simply
purse her lips and suck in the water, but after a few drinks this
was not possible, instead she had to lap at the water like a cat
or a dog.  I loved the sound of her small little tongue lapping,
lapping, lapping.  She had finished her food and I felt this was
a good time for some new training.  I said "shannon get under the
table" I reached under and unzipped my pants and withdrew my
penis. Quickly she had the idea and took it deep into her mouth,
being limp at the time it was easy to do. It wasn't long before
most of it was sticking out of her mouth. Sweet slave this is
your desert. She never missed a stroke as I practiced trying not
to show any emotion.  I figured at some future party to have her
under the table for the entire meal and watch the expressions on
the other guests faces as she traveled around the table. As she
finished me off I felt like I was going to never repeat this
satisfaction, Having but a simple piece of property in my total
control, one who was reveling in my total happiness.  She was
indeed a slave a slave of her own desire one who would go to any
length to please a man  and yet she was to be there for another
eight days.  I couldn't believe the way she had come around to
the slave mind set. I know she had wanted it but this was so soon
that even I was sure it would have taken longer.  After lunch
I told her I wanted to inspect her now ventilated nipples, she
stuck out her chest to show them off to me. she touched one and
I saw her wince. I took hold of both the nylon filaments and
placed them both in the grasp of one hand trying not to cause
her any discomfort. Then gentle I drew her lips to mine and
kissed her deeply, as I was kissing her I brought a slight amount
of pressure to the lines that connected the nipples and I could
feel her body shiver but she just pressed her lips harder to mine
and they even hurt well after the kiss was over but she had not
stopped me nor had she said anything that would lead me to think
that I had done any   thing out of the order. I took her and
chained her by the neck to a ring set in the corned of the room.
This was one of those new style hitching post rings about three
inches in diameter with a big screw on it. To this was a piece of
chain about one inch wide. The chain was looped around her neck
once and a padlock was put on to keep it there.  She was chained
in such a fashion that she had to stay on her knees.  I left her
there with out permission to speak until I saw she was very
restless. I gave her permission to speak and ask her if she
needed to use the bathroom. She gave me a soft "yes Master"  I
allowed her to use it but I stood there and watched all of the
time. Her modesty was dwindling and I wanted her to have none.
After finishing I took her onto the back porch which is a deck
and has sides so no one can see and chained her to a ring set in
the side of it.  The reason for this was for her to get some sun.
She was out side for about an hour and I decided to bring her in
the weather was getting cold and I didn't want a sick slave. She
was sent to her kennel to watch some lesbian movies I had put
there for her to watch, ( I knew she would watch them because it
was better than watching the walls grow)
...
...      SHANNON IS GROWING QUICKLY IN HER ROLE BUT
            WILL SHE GO FARTHER STAY TUNED

*******************  DAY SEVEN SHANNON   ******************

   When the other girl entered the room Shannon raised
her head to take note of the sounds coming from me and the
slave I had with me.  She then sat up and watched as I placed
the other slave in four corned restraint, (Arms tied above
head out to the sides, legs spread tied to rings set into floor)
She seemed intent in the manner that I treated this female.
This other female had long dark hair almost to her waist, her
name was Dina.  Once well secured I went to Shannon's cage and
let her out.  She knelt in front of me and placed her head to
the floor.  I told her to look at the girl tied so sweetly,
I ask her what it was she thought I would want to do to this
"Dina".  She said if I know my master he would want to whip
her and then make her do all kinds of things she would not
normally do. I said " That is correct" But I said I want you
to do these things to her as I watch. Shannon looked to me and
said " I could never do that to another slave.  I told shannon
" the reason this slave is here is the fact that she has lost
some of her training, and her master being a new master has ask
me to do some retraining on her. I tell you shannon I want you
to whip her and I want you whip her good. I then took a seat in
the corner of the room to watch what was about to happen.
Shannon walked over to a rack four feet long and mounted to the
wall. On this rack was about  twenty assorted whips, crops and
paddles. Shannon selected a rather thin supple leather strip.
I pointed to a much heavier wooden rod. Shannon looked at me
with disbelief I said yes that one ( Shannon had never felt one
such as this because it was never required for her)  Shannon
took the rod it was about three eights of an inch thick and two
and a half feet long,  and she swung it through the air it made
a low wooshing sound.  I said "Shannon". She looked at me.
I want not an inch between her backs of her knees and the top
of her buttocks to be spared, And I don't care if it takes all
night. I saw shannon measure the distance to the girls rear and
tap it a few times to see how a swing would go and then she
brought the rod back and swung WOOSH-THUD  the sound of way to
light a stroke.  "SHANNON"  I said, "POSITION", shannon went to
the floor with her head down. I had position of the rod and I
showed shannon how it should sound going through the air with
her rear as the landing point. I did this a few quick times,
then ask " have you got the idea ?" Shannon with tear filled
eyes said " yes Master".  I again took my seat. This time the
rod made an exquisite sound as it sailed and landed the girl
jerked forward in her bonds and let out a sharp "aaaac" sound.
Shannon that is how I want all of them to be, I said, she looked
at me and uttered a low yes master. By the twentieth stroke the
now growing red slave was begging for her to stop but shannon
following my instruction continued thinking of her own bottom
not wanting to feel this tool of the master ever again. Shannon
had worked up a sweat of her own, she had switched arms two
times and had a design of criss crossed welts covering the area
I had required her to fill. The slave who's bottom of which we
speak was beyond crying and was hanging there.  toward the end
each stroke of shannons was deliberate and was with all her
strength. I took the rod from shannon and ask her what it was
like to beat this girl who she had no ill feeling for shannon
said " I want to turn the rest of her red " I ask her why. She
said this " This girl came here knowing this was going to be
done to her, she held her wrists up for you to tie them and put
her ankles out to have them secured. I know what the feeling is
to be beaten when I am excited but she didn't have a vibrator
tied to her to mix the feelings. So I could only assume that
she enjoys being beaten"  Yes I said that is it exactly. Ask
her what the feeling is like once you are past the first twenty
strokes. Shannon ask her and the girl replied: " I hate the first
twenty or so but then the fire starts and it slowly travels
through my body and heats up my clit until each stroke brings a
greater sensation from my clit.  I don't get off this way but it
is a deep need I have now for this and my master isn't up to this
type of training." Shannon would you like to trade places with
her and let her have a go at it ? Shannon just thought for a
minute and then she said " Can I stop if I want ?" I said only
after the twenty fifth stroke, if by then you are not past the
discomfort and into the pleasure then yes. Shannon said ok Ill
try.  And that is what will follow in the next story.


///        "SHANNON GETS HER -       //////////////////////////
///            JUST DESERTS"                  \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

The other girl had secured Shannon well, she hung there with her
toes just touching the floor.  Her wrists were tied tight enough
so that you could see a redness in her hands.  (Normally I don't
tie this tight but for the length of time she would be there it
would be alright.)  I just watch as the girl put a hood on
shannon.  Shannon and the other girl had agreed not to stop until
at least thirty strokes had landed and shannon wanting to try
this had told her not to stop under any circumstances until this
number had been reached, this is why the hood with the gag in it
was used. No matter how much shannon screamed she was going to
get thirty.  The girl selected a wide but thin paddle to work
with.  As far as I could tell she started with light strokes and
then went quickly into heavy deliberate ones.  The first two or
three shannon didn't even flinch for but the next ten she jumped
forward as far as her toes would allow.  The last fifteen found
shannon pushing her rear farther backward to receive the full
measure of the swing. By the time thirty had been reached
Shannon's rear was very red, but she was pressing it back and
moving it sideways to hurry the next blow.  I didn't count all
of them but I am sure she had to have received seventy five or
so before she fell slack in the bonds having orgasmed.  The hood
was removed and she just hung there panting and shaking. I ask
her are you alright ? she replied " OOOHHH YEAAA " , I said
" You ought to see your bottom".  After we had untied her she
walked over to a full length mirror and looked at the now blood
red patches that covered her cheeks.  She rubbed them and
remarked " Boy they are sure hot "  I said " And so were you ".
  The other girl came over to shannon and wrapped her arms
around her and then kissed her lightly on the shoulder, shannon
turned and kissed her full on the lips.  I said that they could
relax after their ordeal and they did so for a few hours (in each
others arms for the rest of the night) I felt this was a good
awakening for shannon who was a little short on this type of
experience.  The following morning I had shannon bath and dress
the other girl in a training harness, The reason for the harness
was to teach the girl how to step and keep her back straight when
 she was kneeling.  Later shannon helped me put the girl in a
hair balance. (I will explain hair balance) :  The girl was told
to kneel,  her long hair was braided into a long pony tail with
rope interwoven. Then the rope being seven feet long was tied up
above her head to a beam, this was not tight but just snug. The
way the hair grows this forces the face down and the crown of the
head up. the girls hands were locked behind her back in medical
cuffs, her ankles we also likewise secured, a strap of about an
inch wide was attached to the ankle cuffs and drawn up and laced
through the wrist restraint, then the strap was brought over the
shoulder and down the front of the body and back under to where
the ankles were now forced to stay and secured. This brings the
slave up on her knees and the only thing balancing her is her
hair.  She must hold still or she will not be able to balance and
pull her hair excessively to get back into balance. ( some -
masters depending on the slave take this a step further and hang
the slave from her hair but I feel this is a far step and should
be done only at the slaves request.  The girl was left in this
fashion for one hour. ( The hair balance) .....I ask shannon how
she would like control of this girl for the day. Shannon said "
Do you mean I can do what I wish with her ?" I said with in
reason Yes.  She Untied her and put a collar on her and took
her to the mat and the first thing I heard her say was "Bathe me"
( There was no water around this part of the house and everyone
involved knew she expected the girl to use her tongue. The
afternoon went quickly for these two but It went as I had figured
it would she had this girl do all kinds of body service for her,
but never did I see shannon do anything to make this girl feel
loved or pleasure.  I was sad to see this missing in shannon.
But all of us are not given to understanding that a true master
or mistress is one who is there mostly for the pleasure and
service of the slave.  ( this sounds ironic but this is a lovers
game is it not ?

*********                  DAY TEN

It seems that Shannon has made a high level of progress in her
attempt to be a total slave.
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Is it as it seems ?
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Lets look a little deeper............
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Shannon was showing little or no resistance to any suggestion.
From either my self or anyone else. I had decided to test her
limits.
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I wanted to first ask her some in depth questions, ones that
will show her true "colors".
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Q...Shannon, What is it that excites you about all of this ?
A...I am not really sure it is just a feeling that overcomes me
I need this type of control in my life, but not because I can't
control my own life but because it makes me feel so feminine.
I like not having to think about sex, but rather just doing
what I am told to do. I have found that I get much pleasure
from things I would have never considered even doing before
under any circumstances. It is strange but when I am ask to
do something that is different I don't even stop to think
about if I will enjoy it or not I just go with it I guess.
The feeling comes from deep within me.
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Q...Shannon, What was going through your head when you were
being whipped ?
A...The first ten minutes I was screaming, and all I wanted
to do was get away from that whip and hide. But then the feeling
changed.  It started in my rear as a hot feeling that spread
through my entire lower section and warm waves started flooding
from my clit. I am not sure but that is what it seemed like.
I know I didn't feel the individual hits but a building of heat.
I wanted that girl to hit much harder but wasn't able to
communicate it to her. I was surprised today to see that there
are few marks. I think after a while I will try it again.I would
like to try my hand again with her, that is her receiving ?
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Q...Shannon,  I want you to do something for me,something very
demanding and something that you will remember for years. Will
you do what ever I ask of you ?
A...I guess, I will do anything within reason.
Q...I want a yes or no answer from you.
A...Well, Ok, Yes I will do anything you ask. What is this thing
you are going to ask of me ?
Q...Did you read the story of "O" ?
A...Yes.
Q...Do you remember what Sir Stephen ask of "O" ?
A...Yes that she Obey Completely ?
Q...True, But he wanted her to wear something....
A...Oh, The Brand and rings......Is that it ?
Q...What do you think ?
A...If you ask it, I will Obey.
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Shannon : "What do you want to mark on me ?"
DERESDIN: "The Cursive Kef of Gor"
Shannon : "Where?"
DRESDIN : "You have read the series, Left thigh"
Shannon : "When?"
DRESDIN : "Tomorrow"
Shannon : "Will it Hurt?"
DRESDIN : "Not as much as you think"
Shannon : "And the rings"
DRESDIN : "The following day"
Shannon : "And then I will be leaving ?"
DRESDIN : "That is up to you"
Shannon : "Do it now, I don't want to worry all night"
DRESDIN : "No tomorrow, I want you to think about it"
Shannon : "why ?"
DRESDIN : "You can always say NO,and may want to in the morning"
Shannon : "I said I will obey"
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**********************> Tomorrow, Could be interesting !

*******             Shannon :  The Mark                 *******

    I  awoke early that day, the house was quiet and  birds  were
singing  outside  as  the  sun crept over  the  hilltops.  I  was
wondering if she would want to go through with it or not. I  knew
that  being the type of person that she was  anything that  would
be  of an unusual nature would appeal to her.  I sat  drank  some
strong coffee and smoked a few cigarettes. After taking a  shower
I  proceeded to the lower levels of the house to see if  she  was
awake.
    She  was  lying there in her cage, eyes just a slit  as  they
peered back at me. A slight smile crossed her face as I addressed
her.  She  sat up and I removed the lock so she  could  get  out.
Crawling out she went from all fours to being on her knees.
Good  morning  Master  she said, I replied, I  ask  how  she  was
feeling ? She replied well but that she hadn't had much sleep.
Her mind had been working all night, I ask her what she had  been
thinking about she replied : She was sure that she wanted to be a
slave all of her life but wasn't sure she wanted the whole  world
to know of it. And a large brand on her thigh would be  something
of  interest to anyone who saw it. She was afraid that  it  would
make  her  a freak.  I said to her that it would be  unusual  and
that it was ok if she didn't want it done. (What she says here-
is  interesting )  She said:  I do want it done to remind  myself
that  I  am  but a slave and that what I want  is  not  the  most
important  thing,  also I want people to ask so I  will  have  to
explain  why I have it.  I replied : But didn't you just say  you
were unsure ?   She said : Yes I am in a rational sense, but this
whole  lifestyle  in  based on  sensuality,  and  possession  not
rationality. So I do want it done as soon as possible.
     I  Said "OK" In that case I don't want you  eating  anything
this  morning,  just  have some juice and we will  do  it  before
lunch.  She agreed.
     The  rest  of the morning was uneventful, she  showered  and
read  a book (The story of "O" ).  I was making preparations  for
her branding. At about 10:30 I ask her to come to the chair.
The chair was laid out flat and I had her lay face down on it.  I
ran one of the wide straps across her back and tightened it  very
much,  then I secured each of her arms and then her  hands.  This
left  her with her feet on the floor her knees somewhat bent.   I
raised the chair so that her legs were out straight to the  floor
and  then I secured her ankles at the base of the  chair.     Her
knees  were tied together, and just behind the knees a strap  was
run  behind  them  to the face of the chair  to  keep  them  from
moving.   Her head was fastened to the head rest so it could  not
move.  ( the reason for this was to keep her from  watching).   I
ran  a  second  strap across her back this time  lower  near  her
buttocks  also very tight.   She was immobile, I didn't want  her
to move and cause a distorted brand.
        I  switched  my attentions to a gas brazier (In  the  old
days  they used char coal) I lit it and placed the iron in to  be
heated.  ( The iron was hand made by myself out of 1/4 inch  wide
by 1/8 inch thick strap steel. I bent it and had a handle  welded
to  it.)  While the iron was heating there were a few  things  to
do.   First I had to lower the temperature of her skin where  the
brand  was to be.  By placing a "instant cold pack" on  the  spot
prior to branding fifteen to twenty minutes ahead this will do.
(  cooling  the skin keeps the brand from  getting  distorted)  I
noticed  that in this position when looked at from the  rear  one
could see the delicate peddles of her rose,  I quickly grabbed  a
sterile  needle and filament, some disinfectant and put  on  some
surgeons  gloves. I then took hold of both lips at one  time  and
passed the needle through very quickly, she never even flinched.
I then removed the needle and tied the filament together. Then  I
thought about the brazier......It had heated the iron red hot.
I  walked over to her and placed a gag in her mouth. ( I hate  to
hear females scream)  I removed the cold pack  dried the area,
(  you want to dry the area because water causes steam  that  can
burn areas not intended to be marked.)  I grabbed the Iron now  a
bright orange, positioned it and quickly brought it to her thigh.
I watched as the iron sank into her about three seconds and  then
I removed it.  I immediately placed the cold pack on the spot.
I need not say this but she was screaming her head  off...through
the gag.  As soon as she stopped screaming I removed the gag and
let her have some fresh air.  I ask her if it was hurting at  all
and she said " not really ".  I left the ice pack on for  another
twenty  minutes or so until the skin had cooled down to stop  any
blistering of the surrounding area.  Upon removing the cold pack
I  examined the mark a deep well placed mark that would  be  with
her the rest of her life.  It was 1/4 inch deep 2-1/2 inch tall a
nice cursive "K", The mark was now a bright pink "seared" and not
bleeding.  The  air  in the room was filled  with  the  smell  of
burning  hair ( a sweet sickening smell ) /the window was  opened
to  clear  the  room as I removed her  bindings.   The  mark  was
dressed  before  she saw it, I used Follies ointment  to  lightly
cover it and protect from infection.  The biggest battle for  the
next  week  would be letting the wound heal naturally  the  first
time so not to be distorted.  ( When this healed it could be felt
with  the  hand,  traced with the finger while  making  love  and
always there for her to look at and to feel )
      She  did  ask me why I had punched a hole i  her  lips,   I
responded  by saying I was inevitable so I had the time  and  the
place  "  Why Not " .  She said " Oh I see MASTER " You will have
me completely won't you ?

I replied "  All you will give and just a bit MORE  "

                   SHANNON THE NEXT DAY

By  the next morning the wound had healed somewhat,  It  had
covered  itself  with a thick dark layer.   I  noticed  this
while  I was dressing the mark left the prior day. The  area
around the mark was red and tender but not effected.  I  was
pleased  to see this.  She just stared at it, her eyes  were
looking  at it with dis-belief. This was a large mark  in  a
place  where  if she ever wore a swim suit of  any  kind  it
would show for all to see. She was indeed marked for life.
My heart was filled with a deep reverence for this girl, she
was very much committed to this new life of her choosing.  I
was  not sure if in five years she would feel the  same  way
and regret what had been done to her.  But I knew that  like
a tattoo it was a thing of the moment and often tattoo's are
regretted also.   Well for now she was pleased with what she
saw and that was all that mattered.  I removed the  filament
that I had ran through her lower lips and replaced it with a
fine  gold ring of about an inch in diameter. This she  felt
some  discomfort from since the place of the piercing was  a
little swollen.  I cleaned it and dressed it with some  more
Follies ointment and she smiled.
This  female had more body changes than any other  female  I
had  ever  dealt with before.   I had pierced  her  nipples,
branded her,and pierced her lower lips during her stay  with
me. I knew she would want more done in the future.
I  let  her rest the whole day, but that evening I  had  her
serve  me in ways only a master can enjoy.  I know  some  of
you are thinking how could I be so cruel, so cold ?   well I
did  all  these  things for her and not to her.  She  was  a
natural  slave.   Slaves are slaves if they find their  true
calling.    Most never figure out what it is in  their  life
they do want.   Most marry dominating or truly cruel men who
haven't  the least understand of how wonderful and  valuable
a true submissive is.   Shannon was a very wonderful  female
with the most female traits I have ever seen.

The shannon story must come to an end here.  Since she boarded a
plane the next day back to her home.  I have seen her over the last
few years and have recieved many letters from her and will say that
she has always been a happy female.   She is now married to one of
the most dominant males I have ever met and is like a little kid
around him.   I am indeed happy for her.
Where do we go from here,  I have many other stories like the shannon
one but I would like to persue some other thoughts.   I know that
there are many people out there who donot get into the scene as heavy
as the shannon story but I wanted to bring it to the fore to show
all that there are those who do get into the subject and deeply.
I want allto know that there are many levels of the game and we will
explore one of these next.   Please add your comments and sugestion
of topics and subjects you might want to see here in the near future.
Thank you for the many fine notes and comments I have received over
the last few months.    stay tuned !