17.0216-0900.. Lorraine wants to 'assist'
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Dear Marla,
Lorraine confessed to me this morning that my rubbering -- especially the Ordeals -- 'tickled her fancy' a little bit. She actually chose those words.
She wondered if she could 'assist' with my fetish activities.
I was stunned!
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Dear Marla,
"I think I told you that I was once a house slave, didn't I," asked Lorraine.
"Yes." I replied. "But you didn't tell me much about it."
Here is what she told me.
Lorraine began, " Well, there might be a bit of a story here. It was in my year in college. I guess I was about 21-23 years old or so then and was having trouble paying for school. I had to find a cheaper place to live."
At a party, Lorraine met a gentle girl named Janice. They shared a few classes together at the university and became casual friends. Janice wore a shiny steel collar. At first Lorraine thought it was just a wierd fashion statement. But then, Janice told her she was an 'internalized slave' to some guy with a 'family' of fully consensual slaves much like her.
My first reaction was to feel sorry for her. I said this guy must be a truly evil man.
"Oh, no. He's a marvelous Master. You don't understand. *I want this*!" she replied emphatically to Lorraine...
Sis she say she wanted it?
Apparently, the guy offered room and board to, what amounts to a 'harem' of ladies who voluntarily became 'owned' by him. It sounded a bit on the crazy side, but then Janice invited Lorraine to have dinner with her 'family'. "We'll surprise you. They are actually very charming people."
Lorraine told me that the minute she walked through the door, she immediately began to like each of the five collared, young women and even the Master. Three of them were stark naked except for elaborate leather harnesses which creaked softly each time they moved. They also had steel chastity belts and bras locked on with padlocks.
One girl was in a tight armbinder and elaborate harness gag. She remained in it the whole time Lorraine was there. She was supposed to be silent but Lorraine heard her "leak" a quiet groan or whimper now and then -- she had to be very uncomfortable. The thing is, she had *volunteered* to do this as the entertainment for the evening! The dinner was accompanied with lots of wine, giggles, grins and guffaws.
These people were happy and well adjusted to this bizarre lifestyle.
Lorraine asked what was their "secret" was.
"It's simple," Janice explained, "We give ourselves to Master Omar and he gives himself to us. He takes care of us. Pretty much, the only decisions we have to make ourselves are about our schoolwork and whether we have to go to the bathroom or not. He takes care of everything else."
A week later Lorraine moved in and stayed for about six months. On her first day she knelt before Master Omar as she signed her endenture papers. He ceremoniously locked on a gleaming steel slave's collar and and a chastity belt with two inflatible dildoes in her. He then made the circuit of all of his slaves, caressing each one of them as he pumped up their respective dildoes. Lorraine had never felt so 'fulll' in her life but she was not allowed to orgasm. Master Omar wanted his girls on-the-edge horny. It was like almost having sex all the time but never quite consumating it. She did not get much sleep that night.
As far as she could tell, Master Omar always slept with one or more of his girls but never unlocked their belts to have sex with them. Apparently, his thing was predicament bondage. His rule was that, once a week, each girl had to spend an hour or more on display after dinner in some sort of torture contraption that looked far more diabolical that it actually was. There was a safeword, of course, but the girls would taunt each other. Some of them were downright painful or uncomfortable. Enduring them was almost a sport to this family. He once chained Lorraine to a tree while entirely nude and left her there overnight. It was a test. Another time she also spent almost an entire day locked in a broom closet because of some trivial infraction of one of his rules. Not breaking his rules became a game to the girls.
Despite what you may think, Lorraine loved every bit of it... at first. Master Omar gave her a place to stay, money for school and a secure home filled with a warm family of 'sisters'. He also started to pay off small amounts of her student loans. (He had a lot of money -- something to do with the mid-Eastern oil countries.) He said she would have two "reality channels" while a member of his house.
One "channel" gave her full autonomy in managing her school work and time. He said that was her job and she was the boss of it.
The other channel - *his* channel - included any time and focus that was not directly schoolwork-related. He "owned" her then. She had signed the indenture contract which abdicated her will to him. He assumed the responsibility for her welfare. He made all her other decisions for her: what to wear, what to eat, what to do and when to orgasm.
That was disconcerting at first, but eventually a peacefulness began to creep into the corners of her life that she had not exp. Decisions were stressors. She only had to worry about her grades. Master Omar took care of everything else.
Master Omar loved to play with the girl's orgasms.
As you might imagine, Master Omar had an on-going need for all sorts of leather straps and harnesses for his BDSM "showtimes" after dinner. One of the girls would spend the evening in a bondage predicament as entertainment for the others.
Lorraine MENTIONED TO HIM had done some leather crafts when she was a kid. Omar bought her a nice set of leather working tools and even sent her to some leatherworking classes. She spent a fair amout of time in crafting various leather itmes with a BDSM flavor and became reasonably proficient at leathercraft. She seemed to have a knack for this. She still has the tools and uses them now and then.
Unfortunately, after about a year, Omar's fortunes changed drastically and he was forced to move back home to his native country. He went alone.
Not long later, Lorraine had to quit school and spent a year or so of looking for, but not finding, any jobs that resonated with her. She even had to move back in with her parents for a while. It was not a happy time.
Eventually, however, Lorraine packed up and moved to Hollywood area where she stumbled onto an apprenticeship with a master craftsman in the movie industry. For the next ten years or so, Lorraine was deeply involved with creating leather and/or jewelry properties for a large production studio.