Tuesday, 28 December 2010

Town Meeting

Elm returned home after the match. Her mother was there with a glint in her eye. 'There is going to be a big announcement at the meeting later tonight.' She said.

Elm smiled back. Both of them knew what they were talking about, even though in theory it was all still a secret in the chief's mind.

'I had better get you ready' her mother said.

Elm stripped naked, and her mother wrapped her in a white silk sari. This single piece of cloth was wrapped around the bottom and tucked in, then up and around the breasts and tucked in again. It was not held in place by anything else. Then she put on the thin leather wrist and ankle cuffs, each with a small steel ring. These simple trappings were enough to mark out Elm as a slave ready to be handed over to her new Master.

All Elm had to do now was make sure she maintained her dignity at the tribe meeting.

The meeting started as the Sun was setting. First the chief made the announcement that everybody had been expecting. Astric had now proved himself a man and would be moving into his own hall. Elm bowed her head as custom dictated while everyone around cheered and waved. Astric looked across the crowd with a satisfied grin on his face. He was obviously pleased with the allocation.

Next the result of the match was announced, as if anyone did not already know it. The chief was pleased with the performance of the team. He called for the prizes to be brought out. The three women were led out in front of the Heruli by collars around their necks. They were all very beautiful and very shapely.

It was normal for the women to be assigned to the outstanding players. The first two were dispatched but before he announced the recipient of the third, the chief paused. The he announced that the last woman was to be given to Astric. There was a pause while the crowd took in this information. This meant he had gone from no slaves at all to two in one single day. This was most unusual. But the crowd collectively decided that they approved and a huge shout of approval went up.

Monday, 27 December 2010

The Heruli

The Heruli were an unexceptional tribe in the North of Melonia. Our story begins one spring when Elm had just turned 19. She had caught the eye of one of the single young men of the tribe, one Astric. The rumours among the girls of the tribe were going round that he had asked the chief to have her as his slave. Rumours of that nature were rarely wrong and Elm had found herself getting quite excited at the air of expectancy that it had raised.

But this particular Spring morning there were other things on everyone's mind. Herul was playing Fantan at pack wrestling. Fantan was a slightly larger tribe, which gave them a small advantage. Everyone was gathered at the Herul end of the pitch. To one side standing in a line were the thirty women put up as the forfeit for the match. A similar line was visible at the other end of the pitch, but the Fantan women were too far distant to make out their details. But you could be sure that the Heruli stewards had picked the choicest and most attractive females available just as the Fantans had selected the pick of the Heruli.

The rules were simplicity itself. All the men of the appropriate age were stripped to their waists but were not allowed any weapons. The obect was simply to grab members of the other team and lock them in cages at your end of the pitch. You could not leave the pitch under any circumstances. Rescues were permitted. At the end of the two hour span - without breaks - the score was simply the difference between the numbers of captives on either side. The winning side would then pick that number of women from the forfeits. The women would be allocated by the chief, with the expectation that those that played the most prominent role in the match would be awarded the prizes.

Fantan had a good track record at pack wrestling and there was some trepidation among the Heruli that this match may not be one that would have a good ending. But they got off to a good start. They had some promising new younger men who had done well in previous matches, and who had - secrectly because it wasn't really in the spirit of the game - been training and practising. Chief among this group was Astric. He had been working to perfect the trick of one man bending down to produce an obstacle over which a larger player could be pushed over.

It didn't take long for Astric's tactics to start to take effect. The Fantans were soon pushing hard against the Heruli, but although they outnumbered them about 60 to 50 and had several much larger men leading their charges they were not making much headway. This was largely because the Heruli led by Astric targeted and frequently felled the most threatening of their enemies. In fact the way the play was largely in the Heruli half was almost an advantage. They were nearer the Heruli cages and amazingly managed to spirit one of the Fantans into captivity almost unnoticed in the first hour.

As the game progressed the Fantans got steadily more frustrated and more aggressive. But they also got more tired. As the game got into its last half hour they fell still more frequently, but were now less able to recover. With so little time left, Astric and his friends started dragging their victims off once they had felled them. This was risky because it weakened the Heruli still further. And this led to the capture of a couple of Heruli. But they had captured more. As the horn sounded to end the match the score was an amazing five Fantans down to only two Heruli lost.

The captain marched to where the now dejected Fantan supporters were standing. Bows were exchanged. The stunned Fantans congratulated their opponents on a noble performance. The three most attractive women were selected and led back across the pitch to the cheering Heruli. The men were bruised, bleeding and exhausted. But full of pride at what they had achieved. Elm, caught up in the excitement of the game, was jumping up and down clapping her hands drenched in joy.

Mel's Mind World

I have been thinking about the perfect world I would like to live in.

This is a planet colonised by humans from Earth, but they have been specially selected to fulfill the roles they should play.

This world is ruled by an emperor. He has absolute power and can do whatever he likes. But he has been chosen because he is very intelligent, fair minded and has a keen sense of justice. He only has a small police force to keep law and order because everyone else lives in small villages of 100-200 people, and these look after most of what goes on.

Each village has a headman appointed by the emperor. He has a lot of power but has to keep within the rules laid down by the emperor and can be replaced if his people complain to the emperor about him.

The main activity of the villages is a sport played by all the able bodied males. This is a sort of mass wrestling match played against other villages. These take place every week, and the winning team gets to choose to take one woman from the losing team's village.

The chief allocates women to men and can rearrange things as he sees fit. Women are expected to defer to men generally. But they only have sexual relations with the man who as been allocated to them as their master. The master has the right to inflict physical punishments on the women. These are carried out at weekly village meetings with a full explanation given in advance. The woman can appeal to the Chief, or if she isn't happy directly to the emperor.

I will think about it and put some more details up.

Tuesday, 30 November 2010

New Forum

A friend has started a new forum called love, honour, obey.

It looks like it might be fun.

Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Today's Daydream

Responded to the cold weather by wearing a very long skirt today. Coming home on the tube I was imagining that my Master had forbidden my underwear and that I was naked underneath my outer clothes. He would be waiting for me at home.


I can dream.

Monday, 18 October 2010

Yes Mel, You Shall have a corset

Got a £400 cheque today. Added to my existing buy a corset fund that means I now have a grand total of £400 to buy a corset with.

I will start researching immediately.

Saturday, 16 October 2010


In between everything else I am doing today I am going to be practising kneeling with poise and elegance.

I am going for knees together and hands behind back. Serene smile. It is too cold to be naked so I'll wear my long white nightie. It would be better it didn't have long sleeves but needs must.

Later on I will work on kneeling down and getting up again gracefully.

Oh and here is a great pic that fits in with what I am trying to do.

Friday, 15 October 2010

My latest bit of porn

Stuck in on my own tonight. I have finished an essay so I have been looking for something stimulating online.

I have to look through loads of pics before I find anything I like, but I finally found something to match my mood.

I like the simplicity of this one. Just a woman on a bed in black and white. Her lover must have just tied her up and was so pleased with his handiwork he wanted to photo it before he goes to work.

What has he got in mind for her?

I think he is going to cane her. The bottom is very prominent. I think he will be very severe with her and she knows it.

Thursday, 14 October 2010


Just had a long chat with someone who told me how dangerous it is to put so much stuff that can identify me up online.

I will go through this blog and make it more anonymous.

Sorry everyone.

Saturday, 14 August 2010

Being Wrong - Master is always right.

The thing is, Master is always right. So supposing he says or does something that you think is wrong.

Its easy enough to pretend to him that he is right. Anyone can do that. The trick is to really believe that he is right.

Its a bit like correction. If you do something wrong, you should not only be punished for it but should want to be punished. You want to get what you deserve.

Likewise, Master is right by definition.

I am getting a tingle in the bottom just thinking about it all.

An Idea from a friend

This is what I want you to imagine.

You are being led down a corridor by your Master. He has a leash attached to your collar. You are naked. Your hands are held together in front of you by a short, 6", chain attached to black leather cuffs on your wrists. Your ankles are held together by a similar arrangement forcing you to walk with very short steps.

He leads you through a door into a large room. The room is stone clad ad has no windows or furniture. In it are 5 men in suits. They are all tall, much taller than you. They are all holding thin whippy canes, about 4 ft long. They all look at you with interest as you enter but nobody says anything.

Your Master leads you to the centre of the room where there is a clip built into the floor. He attaches the chain between your legs to it. There is a hook hanging on a chain from the ceiling. He attaches the chain between your wrists to it.

He removes the leash and places a blindfold on you.

Lovely composition, serene face, black whip

I love the look on her face.

Another bit of porn

I think its the way he grips her hair that makes this one for me.

Friday, 6 August 2010

First date with Dan

I really need to shake off my older men habit. Dan is 39 and he seems young! Anyway, we went for a drink in town. He had driven in so wasn't drinking, but I was. He surprised me by suggesting a meal. He was parked in the car park in Brewer Street and knew a place nearby (something and something it was called). We got a table even though we didn't get there till nearly 10. We had some crab (yummy) and a bottle of wine which I drunk most of.

He drove me home and we arrived outside the house at about 12. I was going to say goodbye but my goodbye kiss was a bit too long and it turned into a snog. It went on a bit and somehow my hand ended up on his cock, which was really stiff. I felt all proud of myself - I was a bit drunk - and to my surprise I found myself unzipping his trousers. I think a bit of me wanted to show off and impress him. Anyway, after a bit of fumbling I managed to get his cock out. It was very long and smooth. It was about the thickness of a banana. I hesitated and looked at him. He looked back sort of pleased. So in my mouth it went.

Having got that far I didn't quite know what to do next so I squeezed the shaft a bit, sucked a little and played with the tip with my tongue. I felt him pushing in and out a bit so I responded by bobbing my head up and down a bit. Although he had been hard when I started I could feel him getting even stiffer. I thought I had better stop before things got out of hand. This proved a bit harder than I thought because as I pulled my head up I felt his hand on the back.

He didn't try to stop me though.

But he did say. "I want more of that'.

'You had better come in then' I replied. This definitely hadn't been the game plan. I was supposed to be getting back to being a normal girl dating non-kinky guys and here I was gobbling him in the car and inviting him in on the first date. And not even using the coffee pretext.

We went straight in, up the stairs and into my bedroom. I think he thought I was more drunk than I actually was because he undressed me. We had a bit of a snog then he laid me on my back and put his cock back into my mouth. He was kneeling over the top of me and holding my wrists in his hands.

I have had a lot of men's cocks in my mouth over the last year, but this was a bit different. He was in control and doing just what he wanted. I also liked the smoothness and hardness. and it seemed to just fill my mouth in a satisfying way. He settled into a rhythm for what seemed like quite a long time, then speeded up a bit and again I noticed him getting a bit bigger. Then in an instant my mouth was full. He really did produce a lot. I swallowed it down while he stayed in my mouth as his erection deflated. (Another new experience.)

After that I needed a drink so we got dressed and went back downstairs.

'You are quite dominant in bed, aren't you.' I said.

'Oh yes. You don't the half of it' he replied.

Looking for a normal guy hadn't got off to a great start. But I wanted to see him again. When he suggested his place next weekend, I agreed straight away.

Saturday, 6 March 2010

My Date with Dave

It was a week ago now but I will try and remember the details of my date with Dave.

His profile on POF had been pretty nondescript, but when we went onto MSN it was more interesting. I got him to play word association and he soon came up with plenty of interesting words. He said he was a dominant male looking for a submissive female.

He was only in Chiswick so we arranged to meet up in the Anchor.

He wasn't as tall or as good looking as I was expecting, but he was really friendly.

I was a good girl and let him take the lead. He wasn't quite as confident in real life as on line but it turned out that his particular favourite activity was caning. This was a bit scary as it sounded a bit extreme. I was in two minds, but I agreed to go back to his place.

He had me over the back of his setee in no time. I expected the cane to hurt. It did. I managed to get to six strokes before I had to cry off. I went straight home afterwards which was pretty rotten of me because I am sure he was expecting sex.

Next day I had pretty severe bruising, but it didn't really hurt and it was actually rather cool.

What I have learnt -

- don't rush in. Take time to get to know him
- dress a bit sexier.
- this stuff really does hurt

Friday, 5 March 2010

Saturday, 20 February 2010

Why do I like porn?

Well the truth is, I don't like porn. In fact I hate it. But I sometimes find myself looking at it so I can find the small number of images I do like. This one for instance.

Of course there are loads of images of women in corsets on the internet, but this one I really like because of the look on her face.

A night out with a funny ending

I went out with Aly and Kim. No particular reason. Ended up in a pub in the Kings Road in Chelsea.

There I got talking to a guy. It turned out he was with his mates. Aly and Kim wanted to get back but I stayed talking to him. Come closing time he invited me back to his place. His four friends came too.

I was a bit drunk. He told me to strip down to my underwear. He was showing off in front of his mates. But despite this I did as he told.

Then he told me to kneel down and open my mouth. I found that I just had to do what he said. Instinctively I put my hands behind my back. It just seemed the right thing to do. I also closed my eyes. All the other guys were watching and I didn't want to make eye contact with them. His took my head in his hands and pushed his cock into my mouth. I was a bit worried that I wouldn't know what to do, but he just held my tight while he moved in and out. After the initial shock it was quite a nice feeling. He was sort of going to about the middle of my tongue and back to my teeth. It seemed to go on for ages, but I suppose it was only a couple of minutes and then he speeded up a bit and started pushing a bit deeper. I started to panic a bit because I thought I might be sick but he suddenly stopped and I could taste him coming into my mouth.

I was a bit dubious about swallowing.   But here I was in the middle of the room with all these people looking at me. As he pulled out I found that it was the only thing I could do - I couldn't spit it out on the carpet!

'Who's next?' he asked.

Another guy appeared in front of me, unzipped and once again my mouth was full.

After the fourth guy had had me, I thought it was over and I went to get up. But the first one wanted another go. He wasn't quite as hard this time and he seemed to go faster and deeper to make up for it. The others were the same second time though the last one - he was called Clive which seemed an odd name because he was black - didn't come the second time. I don't think that they were going to go for a third shot, but by this time I was desperate for a drink so I stood up and put my blouse back on.

I think that they wanted me to stay so they could have more fun with me, but I decided that I had better go before I got into trouble.