Attempt statistics makes me sick.

That's just a testament to lack of enthusiam. 

For those who know, i have recently taken upon me to be the teacher/educator of a new slave, upon request by her owner and since we seemed to all get along fairly well i didn't see a problem with this. The premises were layed out for me and i was meant to teach this slave, whom so far hadn't had much experience with over all slave etiquette, how to conduct herself, what to think about when speaking or being spoken to etc. which is absolutely understandable, we all had to start out somewhere.

From day one there have been issues, and the majority of them i take responsibility for, no question about that. It's my lessons so hence i'm the one who's supposed to make sure that they are structured and carried out in an orderly fashion.

This, however, has been far from the reality. With every single session seeming to get more and more out of hand despite efforts of keeping them structured and under control, which yesterday culminated in what can at best be described as a kindergarten play session. You definitely know that the situation is off the rails when the slave herself is one of the few contributing to the order of her own punishment, even if it was unintentional on her part.

I left the session early, and today i have finished work early to be able to go out into the forest, i need the calm that nature gives me right now, and after that there's about 100 cubic meters of snow that's going to be taken care of by hand. 

This has been bugging the shit out of me for a very long time and i need to get some thoughts down in writing so i thought i'd share them with all you guys.

First i just want to clarify because i know that a lot of guys get butthurt about these kinds of topics: No, if it doesn't sound like it's you i'm talking about then it probably isn't.

Every time i'm on here i encounter one or two interesting accounts belonging to submissives looking for a good Dom or Domme. Their profiles usually states what they're looking for and it's more than often a good read since many subs tend to reveal more about themselves in their profiles than dominants.

But something that never fails is that more than half of the comments below on their profiles are filled with illiterate assholes who thinks that if a person is a sub they are public property and will obey your every order because the sub in question is so damn lucky that you've cared enough to take time out of your life to write a comment. I fully understand if a submissive (or any person for that matter) asks for those kinds of comments, then by all means go ahead. But if they aren't then why the fuck would they be interested??? And if you call yourself a Dom (because i've never seen a Domme do this so far), do you seriously demand obedience and respect by writing things like "i gona fukkin fuck u in th assss tyl you cry! i own u now BITCH!!!".....no....you don't.....not even a little.

I guess i'll end my coffee break here and continue another time. 

The man standing on her doorstep where in his mid 30s and pretty tall, about 6'1 compared to Jennys 5'4. He had a light grey tanktop on which revealed that he was no stranger to the gym or heavy lifting, sturdy black workerpants and a toolbelt, black shoes, a worn black and grey military style cap on that said "Danny's Electric" on the front and what looks like a dark ponytail hanging down his back. Holding a large and slightly rusty toolbox in his right hand and just above the wrist she can see the beginning of a tattoo that seemed to go up on the back of his arm, it looks like a pair of feet. As the door fully opens the tall man takes the toolbox in his left hand and reached out his right.

-Hello, i'm Danny, nice to meet you! You must be the daughter? Your father told me about you. Jen-something, right?

-Hi, nice to meet you too! Yes, I'm Jenny. Dad failed to mention that someone was coming by... *Not to mention it was going to be a hotlooking hunk like this guy.....okay, snap out of it jenny, focus...*.

-Well i guess he must have just forgotten. But that's fine, the only thing i need to know is where the fusebox is and if you have a small flashlight that would be great. Mine broke this morning as i was doing a job in town, i think it came in contact with some exposed cables.

Jenny tried to adjust her shorts without him noticing too much. All of her juices had started to darken the denim between her legs so she kept her thighs close together so it wouldn't show. 

-I think we have one in the kitchen, come in and i'll go and fetch it for you. The fusebox is down in the basement but the lights down there doesn't work so i better get you that flashlight first. I'm guessing that's one of the things you're here to fix, right?

She turned around and started walking towards the kitchen, and she could feel the fabric of the denim shorts rubbing against her for every step she took.

-Yeah, among other things.... *Damn, for a pretty skinny chick she's got a really nice ass.....*.

Danny takes a couple of steps inside, closes the door behind him and locking the door as silently as possible. He peeks around the corner as Jenny looks through the cubbards in the kitchen. Unaware that he is looking right at her she opens the bottom one under the sink and bends forward, trying to look behind the trashcan and all of the cleaningbottles. Dannys eyes goes a bit wide as he sees the dark area marking her wet pussy and the shorts barely have any legs at all, as her right lip shows for a second or two when she moves. Danny grins, and licks his bottom lip. *Oh you're making this way too easy for me, Jenny....*.

Jenny backs out from under the sink, and Danny takes a step back.

-Found it! Mom must have used it earlier and left it here. *Probably when she looked for dads porn stash....*

-Great! Well i guess you'll have to lead the way then, Jenny.

She comes back and walks passed Danny, smiling at him as she does, and leads him to the door leading down to the basement. The hinches on the door seems recently oiled, as it opens without a single sound part from the turning of the handle. Jenny flicks on the flashlight and leads the way down. The wooden stairs seems like they've not been replaced for ages and the familiar basement smell, a bit damp and hints of woodwork and oil, fills both their nostrils. As Jenny flashes the light around the room Danny spots the homemade isolation on the walls.

-What's that? Have you had a rockband down here or something?

-Haha oh that, yeah i tried to play some drums when i was little so my dad soundproofed the basement. He was afraid the neighbours would complain too much, but he did a great job. I could hammer away on them down here without my parents barely noticing upstairs...... Well, there's the fusebox. There's a toilet through that door to the left but it hasn't been used for some time. The water should be working though. And down there to the right is the storageroom, but i don't think there's any electricity drawn in that room...

-Okay. Thanks Jenny, i think i can manage from here. Can i text you if i need something or need to know where something is?

-Sure, i guess. Here, let me write down my number on your cell.

Danny holds the flashlight up as Jenny saves her number on his cellphone. She looks over at Dannys arm and now she can see more of the tattoo. It's an old style pinup with heels on and a tattoo on her thigh, but something is diffrent about this one. Even though she has a top on her breasts seems to be tied up with rope, making them poke straight out, and she has her hands tied behind her back. The bad light makes it hard to see the face.

-Thanks! I'll follow you upstairs, i have to get some more stuff from my car before i can start. I might be doing some drilling down here as well, but since you've got such good isolation down here i hope it won't bother you too much.

Jenny walks up the stairs again, closely followed by Danny who noticed the scent from between her legs as she walks the steps, taking deep breathes through his nose trying to inhale as much of the smell as possible. As they get to the hall jenny tells him she'll be upstairs catching up on some homework. he nods and they part as Danny walks out to his car. Jenny quickly moves up the stairs and into her parents bedroom, looking out the window and spots him as he opens the backdoor to his car. Without thinking about it, Jenny unbuttons the shorts and slides her hand down. *Holy shit, i can't remember the last time i was this wet...*. She slowly rubs her outer lips while she watches Danny lifting out a black bag out of his car before locking the doors and walking up and into the house again. She can hear his footsteps downstairs as he walks over to the basement entrance and she waits until she can hear the door both opening and closing again before she throws herself back onto her parents soft bed with the large wooden frame. She lays there for a minute, her hand still tucked inside her shorts before before reaching over and grabbing a new magazine from the pile on the nightstand.

*Oh, i haven't seen you before either...."Punished whores, April#4, Make her beg!".....Wow....these are not even the usuall mags you can buy in town, where the hell do you get these, dad....let's hope it's as good as the last one...*.

She lays the magazine down beside her before she grabs the sides of her shorts and slides them down to her feet. Spreading her knees apart she turns on her side and adjusts the magazine before opening it. Jenny has seen pictures of women in bondage before but never thought much of it, even if the spankings looked pretty exciting. As she starts flicking through the pages her eyes catch a girl with her hands tied behind her back kneeling on a workout bench and her ankles tied to the bench. The punishment seems to have started because the ass has red lines all over it, and she is looking as if she's about to start crying in any second. Jennys mind starts to wander again, picturing the handsome electrician down in the basement walking in on her as she lays there reading these dirty magazines, taking her over his lap and giving her a good spanking for being such a naughty little girl. She speaks to herself in a low voice.

-Mmmm....I promise i'll be good, Danny.....*Haha that almost sounds like Daddy.....*.

Jenny giggled a little as she turned the page and saw the legs of the men who had been caning the young girls poor butt now standing behind her holding a quite thin buttplug in his hand, about 4,5 inches long, and with his other hand pulling her asscheek to the side revealing her tiny little backdoor. Sometimes when Jenny got really turned on she liked the feeling of her fingertip massaging her own tight little sphincter. She slides her middlefinger inside her soaking cunt, getting it nice and wet, before taking it out and begins to make small circles on her tiny little anus. She whimpers lightly by the touch of her finger, letting her thumb take her fingers place inside her wet front slit. *God that feels so good.....i wonder what Danny would do to me if he came in and saw me now.....or what if daddy did.....*. The second pictures shows how the mans spit runs down from the young girls asshole and drips off her pussy down on the floor while the man in the picture is pushing the plug into her butt, making the girl gasp with a wide eyed expression on her face.

-Yes daddy, start stretching your daughters little butthole..... Soon she'll be able to take your hard cock up there to.....

Jenny takes a deep breathe as her fingertip starts to prod her virgin backdoor, her eyes closed as she lays down on her back and slowly rubs her clit with her other hand thinking about the good looking electrician downstairs. She could feel her tight sphincter gripping her fingertip as she pushed it inside, and shivers of lust going through her body as she felt that somehow she was about to open up a new world of pleasure for herself.

*Brrp!Brrp!*

-Oh god, can't i get a fucking break?

Jenny stops and picks her phone out of the pocket on her shorts, reading the message.

"Hey Jenny, it's Danny. The batteries died in the flashlight and I can't really move. Can you find some double A's and come down here?". Jenny sighs as she pulls her shorts back up again, slightly annoyed this time. She walks down the stairs, still thinking about that girl in the magazine, and as she gets into the kitchen she starts going through the drawers. *Where do they keep this stuff anyway....I usually just ask dad....*. Finally she opens up the drawer on the right end and a package of double A batteries lays underneath some papers. *Yes! Now let's just get these down to him so i can't get back to my naughty time..*. She closes the drawer and walks out of the kitchen, across the hall and up to the door leading down to the basement. Once again the door opens without a sound and she starts to walk down the stairs. The door slowly closes behind her and she slows down as she gets close to the end of the stairs.

-Hey Danny? I found the batteries. Where are you?

The door shuts at the top of the stairs, making the room pitch black. Jenny gets a cold chill running down her spine as she takes the last step down to the basement floor.

-Danny...? I can't see anything... Please it's not funny, where are you?

As she turns to the right and takes a step forward, a voice comes up behind her.

-Hello, toy... 

She felt the grass lightly tickle in between her toes and the warm light summer breeze making her dark hair twirl as she stood on the lawn, waving to her parents as they drove off for their anniversary weekend trip. As the car disappeared around the corner of the street she smiled, hoping they will have a great weekend. Jenny was 18 years old and had spent many weekends alone before but she always had other things planned with friends so she usually wasn't home that much. This time was diffrent. Everyone she knew was either away on some sunny vacation or visiting their relatives. But what the hell, Jenny figured she could always relax by the pool and enjoy some sunbathing or maybe settle down in the couch with a new book. But most of all, now that her parents were away, she could go through her dads hidden porn stash without worrying about anyone walking in on her.

*Well let's see now..... were can you have hidden it this time, dad.....you're always so afraid of mom finding your precious magazines because they're way too kinky for her...*.

Jenny decides to start with her dads closet, since he has been hiding things from mom in there before. The last of the wooden steps up the stairs creaked like it always does as she got up on the second floor and stepped into her parents bedroom. She always loved being in here ever since she was a kid, the heavy wooden furniture, the scent of vanilla and sandlewood, and the big bed in the middle of the room with the headboard against the wall and a small iron chandelier above it. Walking up to her right and sliding the door to the closet open, Jenny starts looking through her fathers clothes from the top shelf and down. Her father was a very carefull man and wouldn't have left anything in an obvious place. As Jenny pushed her fathers shirts to the side she notice something on the shelf below. *Wait, isn't that....i caught a glimse of those yesterday when dad went in here to change after work.*. Jenny picks up her fathers well used boxers, holding them in her hand and feeling the soft fabric against her fingertips. *I wonder if....*. She bring the underwear closer to her face and takes a slow deep breath. Her hand starts to shake when she realize what she's doing and she can't help but squirm a little as she put the crotch on the boxers right up to her nose and takes another deep breath. *Holy shit....that smells so fucking good....*. Jenny slides her other hand down her stomach just below her white and pink top, gently opening the top button of her denim shorts before slowly pushing her hand down into her panties.

-Oh god i'm already wet... wow dad, i really gotta borrow some more of these from you in the future. Aaahh! Aaah....!
*Damn i wonder if he ever cums in these, i bet that would smell even better than just his musky sweat...*. Jenny takes the underwear from her nose, giving them a little lick before throwing them on the bed and turning around to continue looking through the drawers.
-Let's see...t-shirts....socks....some clean underwear.. oh those look nice.....damn it, nothing here!
As she slides the bottom wooden drawer in she hears something scratch against it, sounds like somethings has fallen down beneath it. She slowly slides the drawer out again, lifting it up at the end to get it loose. A grin forms on Jennys face as she sees the magazines, reading "Filthy sluts, issue 5#" on the top one. Reaching in with both her hands she manage to get them all out before getting up and walking over to the bed and putting them on her dads nightstand.
*This is going to be so good..... fuck it, nobody is home anyway....*

Jenny starts with unzipping her shorts and pulling them down, revealing her pink cotton panties with a red heart on the front. The shorts fall to the floor and she steps out of them, pushing them away with her left foot before sliding her hands slowly up her thighs and stomach. With a light grip on her top with both hands she pulls it over her white 35C bra and up over her face. The top lands on the floor by her shorts and Jennys imagination wanders, how hot it would be if someone was watching her right now. She slowly starts to move her hips as if she were dancing to a slow and dirty song, reaching up behind her back with her right hand and slowly starts to unhook her bra. When the last hook loosens Jenny lets out a light moan, smiling and giggeling when she heard it. But somehow it felt kinda sexy. The bra drops to the floor and Jenny cups her young breasts, her nipples fitting right between her fingers as she squeeze her hands.
-Mmmm, that's it daddy.....feel my perky titties and hard nipples...!
The thought of her father doing this to her makes her squirm and a tingly feeling goes from her neck down her spine and right into her little clit, making her shiver. Jenny lets go of her left breast and slides her hand down her panties again, getting her middle finger wet before spreading her shaved lips apart with her other fingers. She lets out a loud moan when the tip of her middle finger first touches her sensetive clit. Her right hand pinches her nipple as she starts rubbing around her little clit, making circles and eights on it.
*Wow...i gotta slow down.....i really wanna savour this....*.

Jenny pulls her hand up and licks her fingers, tasting her sweet juices before putting a hand on each side grabbing the soft cotton and slowly pulling her panties down. The sun shines in and the room is warm as the rest of the house, so getting out of her clothes feels really good. As her panties comes off she takes a step and then lays down on her dads side of the bed, reaching over and grabbing the top magazine from the nightstand. *This one is new, i hope it's good.....the girls on the cover looked hot as hell bending over that couch....*. She flips the magazine open to page five and her eyes widen. A girl, looking to be around her own age, is getting a cock jammed deep down her throat with spit running down her chin as she looks straight into the camera. *Mmmm...Oh daddy, you really like em young don't you...*. She flips the page and the same girl, now standing on all fours, has a guy standing above her, prodding the tip of his cock against her tight little pussy.
-C'mon daddy, fuck that little slut good..! Jenny is so caught up in the pictures she doesn't even notice what she says, that would normally make her blush if she said em out loud. Her hand has found it's way down between her legs again and her fingertips keeps getting wetter as they circle her little opening. The smaller picture on the same page is a close up of that hard cock getting thrusted in to the balls. As Jenny sees the picture she pushes two fingers into her soaking cunt, making her moan loudly.

-Oh yes! Fuck my little pussy, daddy! Your own little slut of a daughter..Aaahh...Please....Fuck me daddy....Aah ahh...Mmmm!
Her moans and dirty words fills the room as she looks over to the next page, mimicking the expression on the girls face as her pussy gets pounded raw. Jenny feels her orgasm building up and she quickly turns the page. She gets a glimse of the girl now sitting on top of the guy in reverse cowgirl and his dick prodding her tiny little butthole when suddenly she hears the doorbell. *Whatta fuck...oh not now...not now...*. The doorbell rings a second time and she can hear a voice outside.

-Hello? Mr. Thomas? Anybody home?
Jenny responds out of reflex.
-Who is it?...*Shit..why did i say anything!*
- The electrician! I was called about some problem with the fuse box in the cellar!
*Why didn't they tell me about this? Fuck!*
-Okay, i'll be down right there, hold on!
Jenny quickly grabs her bra from the floor and puts it back on before sliding down the top over her head and grabs her shorts, forgetting about the panties. Jenny almost trips as she steps into the shorts before taking the first step down the stairs, moaning in her breathe as the denim presses up tightly against her swollen little clit and soaking cunt. She pushes her hair over her shoulders so it falls down her back before unlocking the door. She takes a deep breathe and turns the handle....

I've been thinking about writing a story on here for a while, and hopefully make it a long term one that i keep building on. I've never written a story that's been ment to be JUST a story, but i've done alot of roleplaying and i think this could be an interesting way of evolve that part of my imagination and creativity. Plus i would like to bring on a more sadistic touch to this and see how far my limits go, if i have any. I was thinking, for the fun of it, to post 5-10 concepts/short backgrounds and then i would take votes on which one to continue with, but since i have a feeling that no one would reply to it i might just choose it myself instead. Any thoughts on this? Send me a message.