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The bottom line to success in D/s type of relationship is the same as any – common sense. Common sense means you think and apply logic to all you hear. It means you think, and question again and again. You trust your gut feelings. All of that is what common sense is.

A submissive has to remember she is a person with rights and a mind and must use it. A Dom has to remember the same thing about himself as well as the submissive. A woman’/man’s submission and respect is not owed to just any man/woman claiming to be a Dom/Domme.

If you have never taken complete control of another person and experienced TPE, you are not a Dominant. But, you have dominant desires and urges, it is your nature or life experience has made you this way. Since you were not born with the knowledge, techniques, skill and imagination required to take control from a submissive. As a submissive, you have not had the experience and growth required in total surrender of all control and power with a Dom/Domme, you are not ready to take the role on without learning the basics first. Here are a few baby steps you must take without skipping to a first meet and session:

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Submissive girl is tautly secured spread-eagle to the floor via chains and cuffs. Once in place Master takes over and begins to paint hot wax onto her body with a brush. Lots of wax. The first words out of her mouth are… that’s really fucking hot… Master just keeps working as though she didnt say a thing. She screams. Her breasts move about. She raises her head in exasperation. Her breathing is heavy and labored. And theres lots of wax to go. She screams more. Master pops in and puts the Hitachi on her for a bit. She doesn’t like that at all. Finally she begs to simply be beaten. But thats too easy. She alternates between anger, desperation and sheer terror. Sometimes a hand or a foot just begins to move independently, rocking on its own in some crazy rhythm propelled by pain. And if she didn’t have enough discomfort going on He placed a clothespin on her clit. Then He placed the Hitachi on the end of the clothespin. This made her scream out Aw, FUCK! She seemed like she was getting a little bored. Master asked her how it felt but it was hard to hear her over the constant whacking sound the clothespin was making each time it was vibed off the Hitachi. Rather like a woodpecker making a hole in a tree (or the side of the house in the case of The Attic). But He made out something about how much it hurt.

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He walks over to the bed and gazes at her sleeping so peacefully. He has plans for her tonight that she has shared with others but not with Him, well tonight that will all change. He rips the covers off her and grabs her by the hair taking her into the bathroom. She is still half a sleep but she struggles as He pulls her along. She half steps and stumbles into the tub as He pushes her down to her knees. Before she can react He orders he to pull His shorts down as she does He tells her that tonight she will do things His way and that weather she likes it or not she will obey immediately. To extenuate His point the lets go a stream of urine onto her lovely breasts. Now clean up and before you come to Me put on the restraints I have so thoughtfully laid out for you. As she bends down to turn on the water, He swats her beautiful ass.

She is shaking as she is getting cleaned up wondering what in the hell just happened but knows better that to ask. She quickly cleans up and gets out of the shower. She notices her restraints on the counter along with a sheer nighty, is she supposed to put that on also, no He did not tell her to but it is sitting there. She puts on her restraints and walks into the bedroom.
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A collar in BDSM lyfestyle is not something to be given lightly. It is symbolic of a serious commitment of ownership and bears the same importance as a wedding ring. A collar symbolizes not only ownership, commitment, love and devotion, but embodies the qualities of honor, respect and trust.

Collars can be made from lighter materials such as cotton, or heavier materials such as leather. Most traditional collars are made of leather or metal and have a ring(s) embedded in them. There are also collars made specifically for show, these are usually more ornate in design and not meant to use in bondage, though some can be depending on the construction. As the wearing of a traditional collar can interrupt with work and other real life duties, some submissives wear chokers. These can be pearls, ribbons, a cameo or some other close fitting necklace. Collars often feature buckles, straps and hooks, padlocks and other attachments. Steel collars are also worn by some and lockable (metal) necklaces are also regarded as a form of collar. A very few even choose to wear permanently locking collars (these click into place and have no unlocking key), that cannot be removed except by cutting the steel.

Below are examples of the several different types of collars often presented.
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Sheila fretted on her Master’s bed. She lay face down into the pillow, her wrists cuffed to her ankles. Her bared bottom was high in the air making her vulnerability and shame complete.

She had been in this position many times before awaiting her Master’s pleasure. But tonight was very different as she had angered her Master like never before. She had gone too far tonight and His face had been purple with rage. One look from Him had her hurrying home from the party in some distress.

The night had began well enough with Master taking her along to meet His many friends, the majority being Masters like Himself accompanied by their slaves. It was Sheila’s first party and she was determined to make Him proud of her and also to have a good time. She dressed very carefully in her black leather mini skirt and matching halter-top. She wore thigh high leather boots and wore her favourite gold Celtic jewelry, which Master had given to her when He had collared her and made her His slave. Her full lips she coloured fuchsia pink to match her nails. There was one thing missing, but Master came in and adorned her neck with His collar. She was complete. He smiled at her and she her eyes shone, as she knew He was pleased with her appearance.
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Sado Slaves is good, honest and serious sadism site. It’s a torture dungeon where all the pain and sentences are taped. Scream and tears are a constant here, and the louder they get, the harder the torture is. Sado Slaves features a ton of hot girls that cant get off unless they are bound, gagged, tortured and punished with a number of different painful tools. If you want to see a Master sticking needles in a girl’s body until she bleeds this site is for you.

Sado Slaves is fully equipped to provide the most extreme punishments including first of all sharp needles, clamps, hot wax, chains, weights, clothespins, gags, damps, cages, ropes, racks, pumps, plastic, whips, lashes, leather and latex everything to perform the most extreme and kinky. There are needle play, whippings, tit torture, pussy torture, waxing and not just a bikini wax wink and a lot of other brutal and sexual torture to those sexy pussies. It looks like the slaves are all women and Masters are the ones controlling all the action in the dungeon. And sometimes it looks like Master even hates these women (is it right BDSM spirit or wrong – you decide).
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In this torture video slavegirl starts her day off in a little device we like to call the Head Orifice. This left her on her knees and in a rather discomforting position. Adding a large ring gag and a painful cupping set to her breasts helped flesh out girls distress and humiliation. Her breasts growing increasingly purple as the cylinders bounced around on her tits.

Master walks in behind slavegirl and grab the vaginal stimulator and stuff it into her cunt. He cranks up the electricity to it and deliver electrical current deep inside her box. He cranks it up to the point of just being unbearable and he makes sure he get that pain threshold reached right away. And then it is the riding crop. Purple marks making an appearance on her ass cheeks. Master fucks her with this giant dildo until her pussy aches. We can hear the squishy sounds from her cunt as the dildo penetrates in and out. She gets permission to cum and suddenly we see it wash over her. The smashing of the dildo into her cunt continuing as she tells us… I’m cumming!
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Psychological vivisection, encasement, torture, and savage sexual eruption all these you can see in today’s gallery set. Master sneaks into girl’s room as she sleeps. He drags her to the basement, chaining her to a wall. He leaves her in darkness. Suddenly girl’s shackled onto the spiked chair with the Garrote about her neck. It’s just the beginning of a long ordeal. A terrifying array of harsh bondage devices and severe positions entrap slavegirl in a nightmare dance of ecstasy and extreme agony.

Master lowers girl’s ass onto the bed of spikes. All of her weight rests upon her ass and thighs, settling onto this spiked chair. Master designs for his sub a construct of irritation and pleasure. A thick metal collar chains her neck tightly to the sadistic chair. The metal band around her waist is more than tight. It constricts her liver, her stomach, her spleen. Metal shackles lock her ankles outward. The relentlessness of metal. The little pains accrue.
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He had decided he wanted her, already knowing her for the slave she is, he called her office to set up a lunch meeting with her. Totally unaware of what he had planned for her, she agreed to the meeting. As she entered the restaurant, his eyes gleamed as he took her in, her thoughts on work, she smiled, as always respectful, ever the submissive she waits for him to order for them. His only thought is to get her out of there. While she excuses herself for the restroom, he then slips a sedative into her drink. She returns, they eat, drink and discuss his business ideas. But, he watches her knowing he has to get her out of the restaurant before the sedative starts working. He then starts to move things along, finishing, paying the check and steering her to the door. Feeling lightheaded and odd, she moves with him, as they approach the cars in the parking lot, her eyes roll back and she falls unconscious, his arms catching her deftly and with a smirk on his face. He sets her in the car and drives away.

Hours later, she awakens, she attempts to move, only to find herself chained. Her wrists crossed over her head to a ring in the ceiling, legs spread wide each ankle chained to rings on the floor. Her eyes widen as the cool air hits her naked flesh. Still groggy, and trying to focus she starts to panic, her eyes moving around the room, till they stop on him, sitting across the room from her, as if he had been watching her. He rises and slowly moves toward her the whip dangling from his hand. “Do you know where you are slut?” With a shake of her head she says softly “no.” He laughs then, a deep-throated laugh, as he reaches her his hand raises the whip, it’s five blades caressing her flesh. With a flick of his wrist it snaps with a CRACK against her bare breasts. She jumps in her chains her eyes wide, nipples suddenly erect, as a red welt rises on those soft mounds.
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