power exchange
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THE LONELY SLAVE
It can’t lie. The choice to be his was a compelling but arduous one. He was a married man with a family and a business life that had him traveling most of the month. His homes in London, NYC, and out west didn’t leave us much time. He was clear on the terms and they weren’t easy. However, it just couldn’t resist. There was something between us that was undeniable. It wasn’t lust but adoration, maybe? A feeling that portrays a different way of emoting, behavior, and consequences. You aren’t quite operating in lust and limbic and you know that what seems rational is irrational to some. It was determined.…
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CHAPTER 4: AWAKENING AT SLAVE CAMP PART I
Yes, “slave camp” exists. Well, it’s more of a retreat than a camp, if you want to call it that. Based in Albany, NY, La Domaine Esemar tries to be something out of the “Story of O.” What looks like a typical home in the suburbs of Albany, has a community of people coming and going – local submissives, visiting Mistresses, a fully equipped basement dungeon and of course their decadent weekend parties. The commencement of those weekend parties was a Bacchanalian feast that would make even Bacchus blush. Indeed, the stars of those parties were never the scantily dressed slaves nor the richly latex-laden Mistresses, but rather the bottles…
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CHAPTER 2: BACK TO THE BEGINNING
I would be remiss if I didn’t share how I became it. Let me take you back to where it all began. 2012, an Anniversary party where I knew the company’s founders. I was wearing my black velvet Hollywould heels with the Swarovski crystals and the back seam stockings. Those stockings were his kryptonite, little did I know. He as much said so when he introduced himself. While I appreciated the Alpha in his approach and demeanor, I had no idea that this chance meeting would change the course of my life for the next five years.
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THE SECRET LIFE OF O- A PYSCHOSEXUAL ADVENTURE
I used pronouns with flexibility before it was “mandatory” on a LinkedIn profile. The embodiment not of an individual but of a thing, for the use and pleasure of someone else. The “it” represents that perfectly. You will notice, that I only refer to myself in the third person; “the slut” or “it.” What is written in these chapters, was the beginning of a journey that was unlike any other. Forget the cliche of “50 Shades of Grey.” This archive is an autobiographical sexual journey that delves deep into the psychosexual realms – BDSM and power exchange. It’s more than a story, it was my life for 5 years. If…