SM。心理遊戲

朋友分享了好幾張toy喜歡的kinky網站上的圖片，toy喜歡這個箝制著奴的道具，但最吸引toy的不是主人如何spanking奴、或奴如何在這樣的姿勢下被主人fuck。toy喜歡的是主人走到前方，蹲下身來與奴的互動，主人用手輕托起奴的下巴，像是幫助已在疼痛中迷失自己的奴重新拾回注意力；或在奴脆弱無助的時候，幫助奴面對自己。一直覺得SM是很心理層面的遊戲，如果一個主人一點都不關心奴的心理變化，那他就不是個稱職的主人了。

不知道有沒有人和我一樣，覺得這麼細膩的主奴互動，才是最性感的畫面呢？

Sir's new toy 主人的新玩具

Sir has another toy now. That toy is going to be ready at home for sir when he gets home, and going to be a good toy for sir. That way when Sir's first toy comes home from work, she'll get to see Sir having fun with toy 2. Toy 1 will have to be a good girl and wait, watching Sir and toy 2, before it's her turn to be played with.

When it happens it'll be toy 1's task to write about it.

之前認識了一個女孩兒，喜歡女生也喜歡男生，主人開心地說要把她帶回家玩耍，然後等主人的第一個玩具(me)回到家時，看到第二個玩具正在被玩，就得像個好女孩兒那般乖乖地等待，等待主人玩完第二個玩具，然後才能輪到她被主人玩。

當這件事真的發生的時候，toy得在第一時間把這個故事post出來。

（嗯...故事還沒有發生...。敬請期待...）

SM萬用論

香草人害怕BDSM次文化，覺得追求這樣的性愉悅與刺激，是極端的自虐與危險，但是看看每天的社會新聞就會領悟，戀愛這回事兒，基本上就是BDSM，徘徊在虐人、被虐與自虐之間，不管是誰，只要沒處理好就很可能會成為下個社會新聞的主角，所以香草人和BDSM同好，其實也沒有多大的不同。

只要尊重、自重，大家都能快樂自在的追求情慾的宣洩。

主奴抱抱標準姿勢

跪在主人的兩腿間，光溜溜地躺在主人平坦的腹肌上，胸口感受著主人肉棒的溫熱，主人低頭便可以看到奴奴的小蜜桃屁屁，這是toy在家裡頭最喜歡的標準姿勢，只是這樣主人會太長horny，隨時就會揪起toy的頭髮把肉棒塞進toy嘴中抽送，深喉嚨的功夫toy還沒有練好，每次都被嗆的好難受。

愛的調教房

週末夜就要結束
過剩的情慾被封存在地下的調教房中
期待下個週末的宣洩

【不能說的祕密】 shush~toy got brazilian waxing!

A Brazilian wax is a hair style for the intimate area, i.e. hair removal from that area with wax and strips.

這個週末toy完成了期待以久的大事，那就是將私處的毛毛全部移除的『巴西式除毛』。

主人幫toy預約好時間，送toy去了專門除毛的美容店，toy又興奮又緊張地進去了，把自己洗乾淨躺在美容台上，美容師開始塗上熱熱地蜜蠟在toy的私處，然後小片小片地將私密處的毛毛連根拔起。過程中儘管美容師一再跟toy說話轉移toy注意力，但是toy還是緊張又疼痛地滿頭大汗，值想從美容台上跳起，夾緊雙腿逃跑，不過最後還是順利完成了這整套的『淨身』儀式。

有人說將女生私處的毛除去是讓女生感到羞恥的一種調教方法，因為除去毛毛的私處就像是初生嬰兒一般地柔軟，而成熟女性的私處則是有著濃密的毛髮，所以被除去毛毛的奴如果需要在公開場合和其他女性一起更衣沐浴時，便會感覺自己和別人不同、感覺羞恥，也同時提醒了自己是屬於主人的property這個事實。

不過toy不是很贊同這種說法，因為toy覺得除毛的過程才是羞恥的，而不是除毛後的結果（除了毛後的妹妹很值得驕傲，毛毛跑出來被看到才應該羞恥阿）。如果是主人幫toy刮毛或著最好主人能像老婆生小孩陪同進產房那般陪同在奴奴的身邊，這樣的過程才真的讓奴奴感覺羞恥得不得了，很不得能有個洞鑽進去躲起來，或著只把頭埋進去藏也好呢。

樂高宅男的異想世界 LEGO Geek's BDSM Collection

toy在網路上看到很好玩的樂高toy，和大家分享。

國外好多成人是樂高玩具的愛好者，當樂高怪胎遇上了SM御宅族，便有了上面這組樂高收藏的生成。很幽默而且也花了不少心思拼裝出SM的小道具呢！尤其是墻上的那一排道具，看了就讓人會心一笑。

頑皮的自玩時間 Naughty Bath

週五晚上下班回到家，正在看電視的主人說：『去把自己洗乾淨等一下給主人玩。』

toy：『是的，主人。』趕緊卸下身上的衣物走進浴室，洗去一天的疲憊，坐在白色浴缸裡泡著澡，toy心思神遊著四海，看著水龍頭涓涓注入澡盆的水，突然想把自己的pussy對準水龍頭被水流沖沖看。toy一邊想一邊開始行動，把下背和兩腿抬高，努力將自己的pussy抵到澡盆底部，好不容易將自己喬到差不多的位置，還來不及享受，突然『碰～～～』的一聲，浴室門被主人打開了。原來主人覺得toy花了太長的時間在浴室了，特地來查看出了什麼狀況，結果發現toy正在玩自己的妹妹。

主人什麼話也沒說，只是挑了挑眉，toy卻知道自己這下麻煩大了。

【toy註】
本篇純屬看圖說故事，照片中的女孩好可愛呢。

SM進行式--泰晤士河上的神祕派對

Sailing from St Katherine’s Pier (North downriver side of Tower Bridge) at 9pm, Saturday 26th June; then past HMS Belfast, under Tower Bridge, past Canary Wharf and the Dome towards the Barrier, then upriver perhaps as far as Putney before turning for home. Docking at 2am.
從1985年至今，26年來每年夏日舉辦一次，從沒間斷過的泰晤士河上的SM遊艇party，光聽名稱就好令人驚艷！今年的派對也會照常舉辦，將在6月26日晚上，九點啟航，行駛於泰晤士河上，直到半夜兩點停靠岸邊，航行中賓客可以盡情和伴侶享用艇上的地窖設備、派對點心，還有美麗的女僕穿梭船上提供服務。有什麼比在這盛夏的夜裡一邊漫游在美麗的倫敦心臟地帶-泰晤士河上，一邊SM狂歡來的更美好浪漫的旅程呢？


票價 £25英鎊。
關於SM遊艇的由來

【toy註】
還有兩天，好想立刻買機票飛奔去參加喔！

打造智能型BDSM住家

每天從進家門起
她就必須脫下所有的衣物專心當好主人的寵物
家中的熱感應器讓主人即使出門在外都能掌握她的行蹤

客廳裡的擦鞋墊，是她每天跪著等主人回家的角落
陽台上的籠子是她平常被安置的角落
當有客人來的時候她會被放置在客廳中的立籠中供客人玩賞
餐桌底下的寵物碗，是她吃飯的地方
餐桌旁佇立著一根陽具的椅子，是她獲准上餐桌時專屬的坐椅
主人房裡獨立的衣櫥是她睡覺的床鋪
家裡隨處可見的扣環讓主人隨時可以抽下牆上的繩子懸吊她
門後的手銬可以輕易地將她固定在門上
她還有一間專屬的調教房
有的時候主人會將她綁在調教房中任由她不斷地在性愛機器的折磨下叫喊
不過主人能在其他房間的監視器上觀察到調教房的一舉一動

嗯，打造一間全智能的BDSM住家，
讓主人可以無負擔地盡情賞玩toy，
是我們的夢！

一週體驗：性奴隸生活

主人約她吃飯，下午她就在開始精心打扮自己，穿上黑色的丁字褲與性感吊襪，套上黑色的小禮服，晚上七點，走入主人正在等待她的高級餐廳裡，她以為，這是一場單純的，與主人的浪漫約會。

主人見了她贊許地點頭要她坐下，桌上點了浪漫的燭光，主人點了menu上最貴的紅酒，替她倒入水晶杯。席間主人天南地北的和她聊著，可是不知道為什麼，她什麼也聽不進去，主人的聲音離她越來越遠，她好氣自己這麼步懂事，難得主人在忙碌的工作中抽時間出來陪她她竟這麼不珍惜˙，甩甩頭她希望讓自己清醒，但不知怎麼地意識卻越來越模糊，她不好意思的跟主人道歉，想去廁所洗把臉，起身卻一陣頭暈目眩...。

她再醒來只覺得頭和身體都好痛，想伸手摸摸疼痛的腳，卻發現自己的四肢完全不能動，想睜開眼睛卻發現眼前一片漆黑，她被帶上眼罩了，四周一片寂靜，她好害怕，努力回想剛剛發生什麼事？這才記起和主人吃飯到一半，然後自己就什麼都不記得了。難道，這就是主人先前提到過的，綁架實調嗎？主人只是告訴她這將會發生，卻沒有告訴她細節與什麼時候會發生，只說她會被觀起來，讓好多男人享用...。想到這裡她不禁一陣顫抖，不知道眼前會有什麼樣的經驗再等待著她，不知道過了多久，她聽到開門的聲音。

她試探地問：『主人，是你嗎？』
沒有人回答，可是腳步聲迅速的接近，有隻手揪住她的內褲用力往下拉，她緊張地想閃躲，但雙手被繩子緊緊束縛著的她沒有能力躲開這人有力的手勁，內褲馬上就被脫下來，緊接著她的口被強行張開，感覺一坨衣物塞入，是自己的內褲！她想用舌頭把口中的內褲吐出，嘴巴卻立即被膠帶封住了，然後這個人又用力把她的兩腿劈開，以自己的肉棒底住她的下體，無情地衝刺了進來。她嗚嗚地叫著，眼淚也不爭氣地掉了下來，激烈的抽插中她的眼罩掉了下來，從模糊地淚光中她努力想看清楚這人的長相，但她發現他帶著黑色的頭罩，所以她什麼也看不出來，不知道這人是不是主人。他不斷地換著姿勢玩弄她，最後洩在她身上，然後才拉開她嘴上的膠帶，抽出她嘴中的內褲，但他還是一句話都不說，就這麼敲敲房門，有人幫他打開門讓他出去，然後門鎖又鎖上了。她也哭到沒有力氣了，但在黑暗與寧靜中，她的心思好紊亂，腦中浮現了好多問號，自己要被關多久？真的是主人精心策劃的活動嗎？還是她遭遇到什麼壞人？她該怎麼辦？

過了不知道多久，門又開了，這時她的雙手已經麻痺到沒有知覺了，來了另一個人，這個人像是知道她的處境般，一近來就解開了她身上的繩索，不過她還來不及活動筋骨，這人就把她粗暴的翻過來，扳開她的屁股，從後面頂入她的身體深處。又是一陣不知道過了多久的活塞運動，最後這人從她身體中猛然抽出，將噴射物狂射入她的口中。這人也走了，但下一個人馬上就迫不及待的跟著進來，一點也沒給她喘息的機會，每個進來的人都帶著頭罩，她不知道誰是誰，也不知道在黑暗中到底過了多少時間。可能一個晚上已經過去了，最後一個人出去後又帶著水壺和麵包進來，然後指指一個牆角，告訴她那兒有水桶，她想上廁所的話就用那個水桶。這是她一個晚上以來聽到的第一句話。

男人走後，靜下來的她從驚恐中逐漸平靜，小聲地啜泣了許久，然後才沈沈睡去。她睡的很不安穩，好怕有人又衝進來侵犯她。然後她醒過來喝了水，感覺到飢餓，囫圇地吞下了麵包，想上廁所了，她注視著水桶好久好久，直到再也忍不住才爬過去蹲在水桶上，以前主人無論如何訓練她都不願意在水桶裡大小便，但今天她沒有退路了。

又在黑暗中過了好長的時間，門鎖再度轉開，這次進來了三個男人，一個男人將她的水桶取走，另外兩個男人一個揪起她的頭髮，拖她起身替自己口交，另一個男人攔腰把她抱起，然後就把自己的肉棒往她下體塞，這個晚上她的口和pussy都沒得閒，每次進來的都是一對，沒有人問她的感覺，沒有人在意她是否承受的起，她被一雙雙的肉棒不斷地使用著，最後一對男人離開時，又為她留下了水、麵包和乾淨的水桶。

好多天以後，有一天門打開了，進來的是主人，他沒有帶面罩，也沒再把身後的門關上。只是進來將她抱入懷中，輕輕地摟著她，累積多日的擔心與害怕都在瞬間爆發了，她小小的身軀不斷地顫抖，在主人懷中安全地嚎啕大哭著。主人只是陪著她，在她終於平靜下來的時候，在她耳邊說到，這不是你一直想要的嗎？

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這是耳聞的真實故事，用toy想像的方式做了描述。剛聽到這個故事的時候，心裡好震撼，只是不斷地詢問那個主人，上廁所怎麼辦？洗澡怎麼辦？把人下藥弄昏了要怎麼帶出餐廳不被人懷疑？
toy沒有辦法忍受好幾天不洗澡的日子阿，所以要是認真了就不是很好玩，不過在幻想中這個故事是有美感的。

SM的旋律-Obedience

原來以BDSM為主題的地下樂團音樂也不少。我沒有很喜歡暗黑的音樂但有一些還不錯，分享一首，歌詞意境很好，不過音樂鬼吼鬼叫聽不出來在唱什麼（Youtube上可以找到這首歌）。



Obedience 服從 (2000)

by Marduk


"I'll pull the ropes harder and make your bondage tight
blindfolded and gagged, you're so helpless when you're
cut off from both sound and sight
Helpless without control, all your senses spin
all attention focused solely on your red, hot burning skin
我將繩子拉的更緊一些，加重了對你的束縛，
你因為眼罩和嘴球隔絕了聽力與視力而感覺更加無助，
失去控制的無助感敏銳了你的感官，
一點也無法分散注意力地感受著你正發熱、火紅的肌膚。

Dominated, humiliated, hear my command
immobilized, tranquilized, obey my demand
Obedience
支配、羞辱、聆聽我的命令
停下來、安靜地、遵守我的指示
這是服從

I'll dominate you so you're fully under my control
tease your helpless body, tranquilized your soul
Finally when I'm finished, I won't just leave you tied
I'll put it to you hot and heavy and
leave you satisfied
我主宰著你所以你全然地在我的支配之下
玩弄你無助地身體、平靜你的靈魂
最後當我終於結束，我不會留下被綑綁的你
我會把你帶入熱血沸騰的境界
留下滿足

Dominated, humiliated, hear my command
immobilized, tranquilized, obey my demand
Obedience
支配、羞辱、聆聽我的命令
停下來、安靜地、遵守我的指示
這是服從

Bound to kiss the masters hand
to satisfy my every demand
the whip leashes your back
as you are being tied to the rack
被綑綁的你親吻主人的手
滿足我的所有指令
你被皮鞭從背後拴住
固定在刑邢台上


She strins against her bonds
to keep the cruel pace
desate the shackles hampering her stride
the tears of helpless misery stain her face
and only memories remain of pride"
她被繩索牽制在那殘酷的空間
腳銬使她必須跨坐在刑具上
無助的淚水刺痛著她的臉
只有記憶驕傲地留下

唱片封面直接就切入主題

BDSM 考古學

有沒有人好奇過BDSM的歷史呢？找到一篇好詳細的BDSM考古文，和大家分享。

在歐洲，BDSM並沒有一個清楚的歷史起源。14 世紀流傳的一些軼事報導中說到，有些人願意被綁起來或者被鞭打，來作為性愛的前戲或替代。中世紀的「宮廷愛情」文化中騎士對女主人的卑屈獻身被某些人認為是 BDSM的先驅。有些資料則認為BDSM之所以成為一種有別於他者的性行為形式，是起因於18世紀西方開始對性行為進行醫學和法律上的分類。還有一些更資料將BDSM的定義擴大，舉例了早期和其他文化中一些近似BDSM的行為，比如說中世紀的自我鞭笞贖罪（flagellant）以及美洲原住民社會的肉體試驗儀式。

雖然sadism（施虐）和masochism（受虐）是分別來自於Marquis de Sade（薩德侯爵）和Leopold von Sacher-Masoch（梅佐克）這兩人的姓氏，但演變至今，他們兩人的生活方式不一定符合現代大家普遍同意的BDSM概念。

另外我們還可以在20世紀的西方文化邊緣中窺見BDSM的身影。著名藝術家包括有約翰•威利（John Willie）和艾瑞克•史丹頓（Eric Stanton）。羅伯特•比安維奴（Robert Bienvenu）將現代BDSM追溯到三個源頭，分別命名為「歐洲戀物」（European Fetish，從1928年開始）、「美國戀物」（American Fetish，從1934年開始）、「同志皮革」（Gay Leather，從1950年開始）。另外妓院中的性遊戲也是BDSM的另外一個源頭，至少可以追溯到19世紀的時候。

許 多BDSM精神可以追溯到男同性戀的皮革族文化，而這個次文化又是從二次大戰後的飛車黨文化演變出來的。賴瑞•唐森（Larry Townsend）於1972年出版的《皮革男指南》（Leatherman's Handbook），基本上就代表了所謂的「舊衛」（Old Guard）。舊衛強調嚴格的制式化與固定角色，而且其實並未將女同性戀或異性戀考慮在內。1981年Samois組織出版的《Coming to Power》一書讓女同志社群內的BDSM得到了一定程度的認知和接受。

到了1990年代中期，網路使得人們可以找到擁有特別興趣的同好，並且能夠使用匿名來互相交流。這讓大家對BDSM有了更深一層的認識以及有更多人的投入。相對於「舊衛」較為開放自由的「新衛」（New Guard）便是在這個時候出現的。

BDSM在西方主流文化中的傳播，則是透過前衛流行，哥德、饒舌、嘻哈和重金屬的音樂錄影帶，以及科幻電視和電影。

現代的BDSM文化流傳甚廣。大多數北美和西歐的主要城市都有BDSM的俱樂部和遊戲派對，以及非正式較為輕鬆的聚會，稱為munch。另外也有一些定期集 會，比如「Living in Leather」、「TESfest」和「Black Rose」。在舊金山則會舉辦每年一度的「佛森街博覽會」（Folsom Street Fai）。

Updated Symbols 更多的SM符號

文| Sir 翻譯| toy

After some thought about the switch logo's I put together, I had some thoughts about their design and decided to try and simplify and compose them a little more.

主人喜歡設計，所以將SM原有社群的象徵符號稍加變化，創造了更多的符號出來，讓各種實踐BDSM生活態度的實踐者，都能找到符合自己認同的符號。

The resulting designs I feel are more appropriate and more polished than the originals, but I do appreciate feedback if anyone has any.

所以現在有更多符號出爐囉，請看：

Female Switch-Collared

女性主/奴雙向（已有主人）

Male Switch-Collared
男性主/奴雙向（已有主人）

Female Switch-UnCollared

女性主/奴雙向（尚未有主人）

Male Switch-UnCollared
男性主/奴雙向（尚未有主人）

【toy註】
這些符號拿來玩party應該很有趣，一場BDSM派對，所有參加者入場前先印上象徵自己的tatoo符號在手臂上（或用貼紙的形式貼在衣服上），這麼一來走在會場中的時候，就能讓其他與會者一眼就知道你的興趣在哪兒，近而產生更能契合的互動了！

Erotic ex libris 藏書票之愛

看到一張很可愛的藏書票，toy很喜歡閱讀，所以也很喜歡藏書票，沒想到方寸之間的藏書票雖小，蘊涵卻大有天地呢。據說，清末民初藏書家葉德輝喜歡在珍藏的圖書中夾入一兩張春宮畫片，他的朋友陳子展問他為何這麼做，他回答：「避 火」，因為「火神原是個小姐，服侍她的ㄚ鬟達36位之多，後被玉皇大帝貶為灶下婢，因此她變得急躁易怒。她平時穿淡黃色，一發威時便穿紅衣而引起火災。但 因出身閨閣，在盛怒之時，若看到這玩意（指春宮畫），也不禁害羞起來，避了開去。」

而在西洋藏書票中也有這種異曲同工之妙，往往也將人體，或更超乎尺度的情色題材納入，形成藏書票票主個人的私房春宮畫，為另一種性幻想的抒發方式。這類題材即使是祼女，也有它隱藏的含義，飽含了情色的張力呢。

性愛‧瑜伽‧BDSM

還記得上回參加軍犬party的時候，剛進門就看見瑜伽老師正在調教兩條犬兒們正確的瑜伽姿勢，當Dom協助sub努力地尋找身體的極限，讓四肢與體幹更加柔軟時，那些動作真的像極了瑜伽的標準姿態呢！

且如同瑜伽能予人的功效般，透過身體的不斷伸展，紓緩內心深處的靈魂，BDSM也能在促進血液循環、美化提臀，使身體充滿活力的同時，修煉你的『心』！

這些高難度的姿勢，如果沒有好好練過瑜伽的人，應該很難達到吧。

練瑜伽的人們，從瑜伽當中尋找長久的力量與平靜；投身於BDSM中的人們，從BDSM獲得長久的力量與平靜。

有溫度的性感手銬

誰說手銬一定要冰冷？
黑色絨布的溫暖質感，
讓她掙脫不了屈服在你的兩腿中間時，
雙手被包裹在厚實的拘束中，
這樣的手銬，
對m來說，
是世界上最美麗的飾品了吧。

（最適合身上不准穿著任何衣物的m了！）

【toy自評】
可惜冬天已經過去了，
不然toy一定會吵著要主人翻過千山萬水買給自己
（真是非常demanding的奴阿）。

主？奴？ Dom/Sub are part of a whole.

奴是很依賴主人的，隨時隨地都希望得到主人，
不過主人也好依賴奴
本來就是，沒有奴的主人，就不是主人了，

SM的關係從來就不是絕對的，
它是「施」與「受」的兩極角力、擺盪，
它是兩個互補的人之間的不平等關係，
它是一段自我治療的過程，
它是依賴與被依賴，

誰是主，誰是奴，也不斷地再被重新定義。

日常生活調教；禁用電腦篇

因為工作的需要，她每天坐在電腦前面的時間超過了十個小時，主人總是拿出眼睛也會過勞死的新聞叮嚀她注意保養自己的雙眼，她往往虛應了幾聲視線又轉回螢幕上繼續挑燈夜戰。這天主人下班回來發現她又不聽話坐在電腦前面一會兒也不休息地飛快的打字。

主人悶不吭聲地來到她身後，順手取下領帶無預警地蒙住了她的雙眼，突然眼前一片漆黑的她不由地掙扎了起來，主人卻三兩下就制服了她的雙手，揪起她的馬尾，『跪下。』主人說到。聽到主人的聲音她服從地應聲跪到地板上，四肢著地。『我不是跟妳說了不准長時間使用電腦的嗎！？妳自己的眼睛就不知道愛護？』她知道自己理虧，一句也不敢回嘴。

『今天用電腦多久了？』主人問。
『從早上九點到六點下班，然後回家後一直用到現在。』她小聲地說到。
主人繼續問：『自己算這樣是幾個小時？』
『十一個小時～～。』她用求饒地聲音回答。
『十一個小時！一個小時10下SPANKING，總共110下，把內褲脫掉。』
『可是主人，你怎麼可以連上班時間也算？』她驚恐地回答。
主人不高興地回：『誰叫你不聽話，今天要好好處罰你，快點動作。』
她只好乖乖地把手滑到小褲褲上，主人嫌她動作太慢，用力幫她把內褲扯下。
白皙地小屁屁馬上毫無屏障地裸露在主人面前，主人一點都不疼惜地，
馬上抽出皮帶開始抽打她的小屁屁。

『啪』
『第一下，謝謝主人！』她大聲地喊，這是主人的規定，她得自己計算每一下鞭打，並且感謝主人，數錯的話就會有更多的處罰。
『啪、啪、啪』主人連打了好多下。
『二、三、四，謝謝主人！』
...
時間不知道過了多久，她幾乎都要昏了過去，甚至快要不清楚自己報到了多少下，終於主人放下了皮帶，把已經淚流滿面的她扶了起來摟在懷中。
她一直啜泣，主人摸摸她的頭。
『這是為你好，你知不知道？』
『這麼可愛的眼睛，你不要我還要哪！』
她破涕為笑『下次不敢了。』她用撒嬌的聲音說。
『Good girl，這才是我的好玩具。』主人終於露出笑臉。

經過這頓spanking，她累壞了，主人將她抱起放到床上，逕自洗澡去，等洗完澡回來，發現她已經熟睡了。『原來說了這麼多都比不上spanking有用。』主人心想，然後也關了燈上床摟著她一起進入夢鄉。

我喜歡的SM專欄

偶然發現這本線上的搖滾生活雜誌（雜誌名稱也取的很有意境，叫做：『Backdoor後門』），裡頭有個有趣的專欄，『安全語』，專門討論BD+DS+SM的有趣觀點呢。因為寫的實在太好了，完全點出toy的心聲，忍不住想要翻譯一下最喜歡的兩段內容，要是翻的不好就請看原文吧。

Does it make you wet as winter to have your partner crawling on her/his knees with a collar round her/his neck and obey your every command and whim? Or does it make you lose the plot with a capital ‘P’ to be redeemed by being the receiver? What makes you tick and tock? What lies asleep in your most sanctified vault? Thinking about this and understanding this will aid you better on your sexual exploits because you will know what vehicle you are steering, know its power, its limitations, strengths, weaknesses and at the same time help you understand your partner and his/her wants and needs. This is something many who are in relationships forget. Sometimes we rant and complain about so many things that we forget to listen – because even the sound of silence can speak a thousand words. We forget to observe and pay attention to the right things. People are backward to come out in the open with their true desires, feeling intimidated or anxious that they will be judged or face prejudice, or even be misunderstood.

當你知道你的伴侶頸上正繫著項圈跪在地板上服從你的每道指令跟念頭時，會讓你變得濕潤嗎？或著相同的情節但讓你心醉神迷的角色是成為跪在地板上的服從者？什麼能讓你的心底騷動？什麼沈睡在你最秘密的心中角落？思考和了解這些，都能使你在你的性生活上如虎添翼，因為就像駕馭一輛車必須了解它的性能、長處、缺點一樣，了解你伴侶的需要和幻想才能做最好的發揮。這點很多身陷在情侶關係中的人都常忘了。有的時候我們嚷叫、抱怨許多事情卻忘了聆聽，而即使是最寧靜的聲音卻能說出無限的話語。我們忘了觀察與注意對的事情。在面對心底深處最真實的慾望時，人們總是會退縮、害怕表達，甚至常被誤解。

By engaging in BDSM I believe that you will begin to understand the meaning behind every smile, the colors and nuances behind every giggle, the way the light dances in the vortex of your partner’s eyes, you will know tears of joy from tears of sorrow, you will know the scent of fear and anxiety, the thrill of having someone who is arrogant and absolutely a control freak melt like wax in the crux of your palm. Every sigh will be a whisper, silence will be the sweetest sound you hear and pain & pleasure will be a shadow by your side. A burning halo while you crawl on shards of glass in your sublime tunnel. Who needs a light at the end of the tunnel when you know you are in good, capable hands right?

從進入BDSM的生活起，我相信你會開始了解每個笑容背後的意義、每種顏色和笑語之間的細微差異、察覺你的伴侶眼眸中跳動的光線變化、你會透過悲傷的淚水領悟什麼是喜悅的哭泣、你會懂得面對焦慮惶恐、會因為知道有人能以無上的權力掌控你而顫動的如同蠟燭融化在你的掌心一般。每道嘆息都會是低聲細語，寧靜會是你聽過最甜美的聲音，而痛與愉悅會像你的影子般如影隨形。當你知道自己在漆黑的隧道中爬過那些玻璃碎片，感受著火燒般的疼痛時，有一雙堅強有力、能全心交予的手在背後引領守護著你，哪還需要隧道盡頭的那盞光明呢？

English Quote from/
The Safe Word Column

下雨天 調教天

週末大雨嘩啦嘩啦下個不停，進家門時主人正在熟睡，toy悄悄地爬上了床，依偎在主人身旁磨蹭，好不容易把主人弄醒，toy搖著小屁股撒嬌說想要給主人玩。主人挑起眉毛，問到：『那你想要玩些什麼？』（主人每次都讓toy選擇自己想要玩的項目）Toy指了指地上的繩子，主人也微笑著說他也想要試那些新買的麻繩。

於是下一刻toy就乖乖地躺在床的正中央，讓主人慢慢地繞著長長的繩子，將toy兩腿拉的開開地，然後兩邊膝蓋與小腿各自綁在一起，小穴好清楚地展示在主人的面前。欣賞完了toy的小穴後，主人把toy翻過來變成膝蓋朝下的姿勢，脫下了toy的小褲褲，現在toy就spanking姿勢了。

主人輕輕地用手幫toy暖身，主人說先掌十下，toy在心中默默地數著，可是十下之後主人變化了節奏，還是繼續打著，沒有心理準備的toy忍不住回過頭來用眼神抗議，主人停下來耐心跟toy解釋，10下左右左右、10下左、10下右，這樣才是一個循環喔。然後溫柔地指示Toy回到spanking標準姿勢。先用手掌暖完身後，主人接著用了paddle、九尾鞭、cane。先用了中等力道後，主人拿著九尾鞭，說這是toy的訓練，要toy take 5下力道很強的鞭子，toy咬著牙乖乖地忍到了第三鞭，第四鞭toy差點跳起來，第五鞭幾乎都要跟主人求饒了，但居然順利地撐完訓練，不過接下來的cane toy就只能take 輕輕地兩下了。

訓練結束過後toy跑到廁所用洗手臺，主人從身後經過順手向平常那樣開心地捏了捏toy的屁屁，但剛挨完揍的火紅屁屁被主人指頭一捏就像火上加油般痛的讓toy跳了起來。轉身看鏡子裡，大腿上也被麻繩摩擦出一條紅紅地傷痕了。

小調教 大道理

調教的片刻，其他的事情都離我遠去，
再也不重要，
心思只能聚焦在還有多少下鞭子要挨，
並盡力將身體保持住不隨便亂動，
一切只為了換取主人能在調教結束後，
摸摸toy的頭，
說聲：「Good gril!」


要是世界上的事情都像調教這麼單純就好了。

Want to be 美臀模特兒（for spanking）

當模特兒要有面貌姣好的先決條件，而當spanking的模特兒則要有臀貌姣好的先天條件，最好有對白皙且吹彈可破的『雙頰』，讓主人的每下關愛都可以迅速暈開來，染出粉紅的性感線條。臉長得如何可能就不是重點了，只要小穴和『雙頰』結實康健，能有韻律地隨著籐條的起落彈跳，最好再配上讓人一聽就腿軟的嬌爹呻吟，就能成為完美的spanking模特兒。

嗯，如果有這樣的工作，有誰想來應徵嗎？

[午夜精選文學] 被賣出的奴隸 Sold Slave

toy的BDSM知識養成很大一部分是從閱讀BDSM小說而來的，光是閱讀充滿情色想像空間的文字，就能讓toy好horny。下面這則故事是昨日午夜閱讀到的，與大家分享。

摘要：
（時間設定在未來）美麗的少女-Rose失去記憶卻因為曾經犯下的滔天罪行，而被當成奴隸販售。她在政府的訓練中心調教訓練後於一次拍賣上被售出，一個擁有合格執照的主人買下了她帶她回家。她在主人的細心調教下，學習當奴隸應該有的舉止，她的家規包含：在家中必須保持全裸，沒有主人允許她不准穿衣服、沒有主人的允許不准高潮、必須尊稱主人為"Master"、尊稱所有其他的人"先生"、"女士"、任何想像或真實的不服從都是被禁止的、除非主人命令否則不能離開家裡。如果她有任何忤逆主人、惹主人不開心的行為，就會被帶到地下室處罰並且睡在主人為她改建的專屬衣櫥中。

睡覺的時候，主人會把她的鏈子拴在牆上，當主人把她關在地下室的時候，會從臥室的監視器掌控她的一舉一動，她漸漸地從一開始的抗拒與憤怒當中轉為依賴與信賴主人，溫馴地讓主人擁有她的身心...。

My first memories are of being a slave. Perhaps I was one in a former life, perhaps not. In one of my memories I was bound and stood on a box in front of men. There was smoke, the click of ice in glasses, course laughter and my fear. My fear was also my arousal.

The men bid on me. I was torn by the fear of who would get me and what he would be like, the surreal pleasure that men were bidding on me — competing to see who would own me and use me. I was sold and moved back to the waiting area. I had no idea how long it would be before I meet my Master, before I was under his control. Would I please him? Would he arouse me? My body throbbed with desire and for that moment there was nothing that I can do but squirm and wait.

I waited in the cold room, my hands bound above my head. I was naked, defenseless, and vulnerable. I moved my head to feel the touch of my long hair across the small of my back. I shifted my feet. My arms ached. My body had cooled since the sale.

The door behind me opened and I tried to twist in the bonds to see Him.

“Do not move!” His voice was velvet over steel. The command in it froze my movement. He must have been able to hear my heart pounding. This was the man that owned me now. My Master. I was his to do with as he pleased.

I jumped as his fingers touched me. The skin tingled with the electricity in his touch. He moved my hair over my shoulder so my back was bare to him and then he began to touch me. His hand was warm and strong but gentle. He ran his hand down my back to the curve of my buttocks and squeezed with the pride of ownership.

“Delightful,” I heard him murmur softly. Then louder, “Spread your legs for me.”

I hesitated at his order, half turning in the chains. The sting of the crop was fast and left a lick of fire on the curve he just caressed. I parted my legs, trying to balance on my toes, fighting back the hot tears that sprang to my eyes.

His fingers caressed the wetness between my legs and I heard him chuckle with pleasure. The deep laugh made me wetter and I whimpered in embarrassment. He laughed again at the soft noise I made and walked around to look at my front.

I looked at him boldly and then dropped my eyes at the intensity of his look. I felt the blush spread from my face down my chest and felt my nipples harden. I could do nothing to hide my reactions and I hated it… I loved it.

He caressed my breasts and sucked briefly on each nipple, taste testing me. He was my height and there was nothing about him that screamed “Master” except this aura about him.

“What is your name?” he lifted my chin with his finger so I was forced to look into the cool blue eyes.

“Whatever you want it to be Master,” I whispered the reply I have been taught.

He sighed, “I bought you because you did not look like a doormat. Tell me your name.” There is a cold chill to the command.

“Rosemary,” my voice trembled.

“Hmmm… ” he stepped back and walked around me, looking, weighing something about me in his mind. “A good name for you, for I am sure there are some thorns, and I will make you bloom.”

He had not taken me down yet. Instead he was once again behind me. I strained to decipher the sounds. Something was placed on the floor — two clicks — briefcase — my mind recognized the sound. I heard the movement of cloth, felt his arm brush against my skin and there was darkness. I had not been blindfolded before and fear welled up inside me. I cried out in wordless panic and twisted in the chains, frantic to free my hands and remove the cloth from over my eyes.

“Hold still, girl,” his command was soft and punctuated by several strong lashes on my upper thighs. The pain gave me a chance to regroup and I found myself still, trembling. The darkness was terrifying, yet, at the same time, there was something oddly comforting. Not anticipating it, I flinched as his fingers brushed over the swell of my breast and toyed with a nipple. He kept his hand on me until I was reasonably still again.

“Good girl.”

I was filled with such pleasure that he found me good. I felt my eyes fill with tears.

“You are a lovely thing my Rose and I will whip you now. It will hurt, and it will also be pleasurable. Your pain and your pleasure will please me very much. When I am done with you here, I will take you home to your new life.”

I felt him step back and wait. Was it seconds or hours before the hot lick of the whip brought a welt to my skin? He worked the crop over my body and each time it struck me there was liquid fire of pain and liquid fire of need until my body throbbed with the need of his physical touch, the feel of him in, the need for release. I heard my voice like someone far away, begging to serve him. He entered me hard and thick. I fought against the chains, not for escape from him, but for my need to touch him. I could not hold back the orgasm any longer, and I felt him explode in me. The darkness made each sensation magnify a hundred times.

I dangled there, the cool air soothing each hot welt on my body. “I will forgive you this time,” He spoke softly, but I detected no true displeasure in his voice, “You will soon learn only to come when I allow it. They have not trained you for that.”

There was a clasp of cool metal around my throat, the click of a lock and I felt the solid weight of a collar around my neck showing his legal ownership. I gave a small shake of my head and heard the jingle of a tag. I was a slave by law and I could not remember what the crime was that I committed to be made one. My Master lowered me to floor and removed the chains. I felt a soft silkiness on my skin…fabric.

“Keep the blindfold on, girl and put on the robe. I don’t hold to dragging new slaves around town in nothing.”

My arms tingled with pins and needles as I blindly felt the cloth and deciphered how to put it on. Silk brushed against my bare skin and I recognized a kimono style robe. I stood, swaying in a combination of dark disorientation and the wash of sensations, waiting for his next command.

The trip “home” seemed endless in the darkness my Master wished. He had not touched me since he used me back in the waiting area of the auction house, except to bind my hands behind my back once we were in the car. If I moved, I could feel the silk kimono slide open a bit more. I ached to speak and question him and to know more, but his silence was daunting.

I thought of what I remembered and there was so little. There was the training center, the trainers and before that… gray nothing. I knew that Master had been given a list of my skills. I could still read and do sums, but I am not sure where I lived or even who ruled the government. I knew how to cook, but could not remember what my favorite foods were. I was a blank slate for my Master. The center removed as much of our past as they could.

The car stopped and his door opened. I felt his strong hand guide me out. My steps were hesitant. There was no reason for him to hurt me, but the blindfold forced me to trust him with a trust I didn’t have yet.

“Four steps and then stop, Rose,” I heard the jingle of keys, a door unlocking. The air was bitter cold and I shivered. He guided me inside and the warmth was a welcome caress. He removed the blindfold, but leaft my hands bound.

“Follow me and I will show you the place,” He seemed to have relaxed on entering his home. The robe I wore gaped open in the front and I wanted to close it, but I could only move to keep up with his long steps. He showed me both floors. The top floor had a study, a large bedroom, a well appointed bath and two walk in closets. One had been converted to a small room for me. He told me I would only sleep in here if he was displeased. The lower floor had a living room, dinning room, kitchen and a door to the basement. The basement was his playroom. The equipment was familiar from the training center. Here he released my hands and had me remove the robe to kneel in front of him.

“It’s a good time for the house rules, girl. I spent a great deal of time being certified to own a slave and a great expense to get you. You will obey me. First, you wear no clothing in the house unless I have specifically said you may. Second, you will call me Master at all times. Third, you will call all other people, Sir or Ma’am as is appropriate. Fourth, any disobedience real or imagined will be punished. Fifth, you will not leave the house unless I specifically tell you to. Sixth, There is no eating unless it is something I have given you. Do you have any questions about my rules?”

“No Master.” I looked up at him, the man that was my whole reason of existence.

“Good,” His smile reached his eyes and it warmed me. “I want you to go upstairs and cook something for us to eat. Prepare two servings, but only set one place at the table. You will eat from my hand for the time being. I will be in my study working. Do not hesitate to ask me, but do not pester me.”

He turned and went up the stairs, leaving me to move at my own pace. I cast a wishful look at the robe on the floor and headed up to start this new life.

* * * * *

I knelt by the side of the table, my eyes on Him as he ate. I watched for any sign that he needed something more, that he was displeased or pleased. Occasionally he offered me a forkful of food, but otherwise he read the papers he brought with him. Not a word about the dinner I had made, the place setting, the candles. I knew I was supposed to please him, but a little appreciation would be nice, maybe a kind word or two.

“You could at least say Thank you.” I finally muttered sullenly.

He turned to look at me and raised his eyebrows, “So soon? Go to the basement and wait.”

I glared at Him and stood, gathered his dishes and toke them into the kitchen. He watched me and followed a second later. I was not prepared for his hand curling in my thick hair and pulling my head back sharply. I dropped the dishes and struggled to keep my footing, crying out in pain. He was stronger than I, so much stronger — I fought but he easily won and in a few minutes I was back in the basement, chained with manacles around each wrist spreading them far apart, a short chain held my collar against the wall at an uncomfortable height. I was pressed face first against the wall still struggling. My anger burned hot.

“You can’t do this to me!” I screamed, “I am a person, not a slave!”

Unable to stop him, he slid the blindfold over my eyes again. The darkness made my anger worse, or is it now my fear? I struggled, headless of the pain I caused myself. There was only silence, such a long and cold silence. When I was exhausted with my fight and had no strength left he spoke.

“You are right, Rose. No one should be forced to be a slave, but that is the law. You are a slave and there is nothing that can change that. You are and will always be one. I will teach you to be a good one. I will not tolerate disobedience, I will not ask you to do something a second time. How many rules did you break?”

The cold wall seeped the warmth from my body, but did nothing cool the lingering anger. “One,” I snapped.

“Obviously you need to think about it more. I will be back before bed to see if you have it right.”

I could hear his footsteps and the door shutting. I struggled again; I screamed my anger; I cried my fear.

* * * * *

Alex sat in the leather chair in his study and watched Rosemary on the monitor. He turned the sound up now that her anger seemed to have burned itself out. She hadn’t said anything that would be of use in the report, but it was only her first day. He had almost given up hope of finding a pleasure slave with as much personality left as she had. Most seemed sort of blank; as if the treatments removed much more than just the memories of the past. He had much hope for this woman.

He glanced again at the papers in front of him. Her retinal scan had brought back a lengthy list of crimes from petty to severe that seemed plausible enough unless you knew. If this report were true, the judge that passed her sentence to slavery had done so while in a coma. Rosemary was his first hard link of what he had suspected. Innocent women kidnapped, treated and sold for pure profit. He just needed to get Rosemary to remember.

Still, he mused, it would not change her legal status. She was a slave, and she belonged to him. It would take some time, but his goal was to get her to serve out of love rather than government induced law.

He watched her until her body showed the slackness of total exhaustion. He tucked the papers away in the drawer, turned off the monitor and went downstairs.

He smiled at the view of her. Her body was lovely, beautifully curved and sleek. It glistened in the light and he could smell her fear like a faint and pleasurable musk. He ran his hand down her smooth back and repressed a delighted chuckle at her sharp intake of breath and the unconscious movement of her body toward him.

“Well girl?”

“Please, Master,” her voice was a ragged whisper. Her throat must be raw and tender from her screaming earlier, “Please forgive me.”

He detected a hint of strain in her voice that indicated she was close to hysterical panic again. His eyes narrowed as he evaluated the cause. He reached up and removed the blindfold and saw the sharp edge of tension in her body move away. The blindfold, he realized, how very interesting. She had a panicked fear of the total darkness. He would have to investigate this more later, but right now, he had to deal with her behavior.

“Tell me what you did wrong,” he spoke gently.

“I did not obey you Master, I spoke out of turn, I demanded of you what I was not due, I did not have permission to clear the dishes, I did not go to the basement, I fought you, I…” she squirmed in her bonds trying to think of anything else she did, “I… think that is everything.”

“Yes Pet, you did all that. You are a good girl for remembering. Now I will punish you for it and that will be the end of it. I get no pleasure from this punishment, nor shall you.”

He took from the wall the punishment whip, “You have admitted to six separate offenses. I am going to give you five lashes for each offense you admitted to. You forgot to confess not being truthful when I asked you the first time and for your anger. I am going to five you ten lashes for each of those. Fifty lashes, Rosemary and you will count each one of them for me. Miscounting will add another five each time.”

He could still see the red marks from the earlier whipping she had gotten. He gave a sigh and lifted the whip, bringing it down with a hard stroke across her back.

“One….” she gasped, her fingers clawing at the stone wall.

He lifted his arm again.

* * * * * * *

He finished his shower and peeked in the door of the closet. She was asleep, but made a soft moaning noise. She was beautiful lying there naked, hands bound behind her, the chain from the wall to her collar snaking on the floor near her. She would be painfully sore for days. Some of the last lashes had broken skin, but the ointments, while they stung, would keep there from being scarring. Tomorrow morning, he would unleash her and take her to the bed and give her pleasure, a reward for not losing count. He smiled and turned off the light.

* * * * *

I spent the entire day cleaning. My body ached horribly from last night, but it actually felt better the more I moved. Master’s tender touch in the morning and the pleasure he had given me, still warmed my body.

Master’s house was tidy, but he still had a long list of chores for me to do. There was an odd feeling about cleaning naked. It is not a feeling of “wrong” per se, but more of surreal. All the items felt familiar to me, so I must have cleaned before. I cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen and was vacuuming the floors when I felt his eyes on me. I stopped and knelt. I had an odd series of feelings ranging from fear to excitement. I ached from the beating last night and I wanted him to see that I had done a good job. My mind raced to think of anything I may have missed that would displease him. I couldn’t take another beating tonight.

“You have done well, girl. I want you to go clean yourself up and then prepare dinner for five people. I am having guests tonight and you will serve.” I must have looked horrified for he gave a soft laugh that caused my insides to burn. “No Rose, I am not going to let you wear clothing yet. These are close friends and will do nothing but look at you. Besides, I want your back healed nicely before you have something against it.” He proceeded to let me know what he wanted fixed and the setting for the table.

I could feel my empty stomach gurgling with hunger. My last food had been what he had fed me last night before my rebellion. Cooking food and not being allowed to have any was an agony I could have done without, but I didn’t dare risk another punishment.

At the appointed hour, I had the food ready, the table was set, and was kneeling, waiting for Master’s instruction. I realized that I was trembling and bit my lower lip trying to calm myself. I had been naked before other people before, but they were trainers, these men were different. I could hear Master’s voice greeting them, their voices, coming closer. I fought with myself to keep my place, the memory of the beating still far too fresh in my mind to risk another.

“She’s lovely, Alex,” said one. I could see his feet and I dared not look up. I heard the others seating themselves.

“She is,” Master agrees and sat, “Rose, serve the dinner.”

I stood and realized that my face was damp with silent tears. I hurried into the kitchen and got the salads. Silently I served them. I was shaking so hard, I almost spilled a plate on one of the man. I knelt by Master’s chair. Somehow being near him was comforting. I leaned closer to him as if his nearness brought with it safety.

“What did she do to get the marks on her back?” the man opposite Master asked. “She is still learning what it is to be a slave,” Master said smoothly and I was grateful He did not go into detail. He offered me a slice of tomato and I tried to be dainty in eating it, keeping my hands on my thighs as I have been taught. He lifted my chin so I could look into his eyes and he smiled warmly at me, his thumb brushed away some of the tears.

Why did I melt at this tender gesture? Why would my head throb and my insides twist in confusion? Without conscious thought, I leaned my head against his leg. What was I and what had I been that I was here now?

Dinner seemed endless. When the men had finished, Master ushered them into his study. He came back and made up a plate of food for me and instructed me to clean up and have coffee and the dessert ready for later.

They stayed in the study for some time and I had plenty of time to eat, clean the dishes and have the coffee and dessert ready. Only one of the men touched me the whole night. I was pouring more coffee into his cup when his hand caressed my rear and squeezed. I yelped and jerked the pot back, splashing some coffee on the pristine tablecloth. The men laughed and I dropped to the floor in terror.

“Please Master, I am sorry, I am so sorry!”

“Don’t worry about it, Pet, the tablecloth will clean. Go into the kitchen and wait there for me.”

I hurried into the kitchen and there was more laughter around the table. The men left shortly after that and I spent the whole time, kneeling on the floor, trembling. I couldn’t take another beating, I had to make him realize that I hadn’t meant to spill.

The kitchen door opened and he stood there, tall and strong and smiling at me. “You seem worried, Rose. Don’t be. Paul should not have touched you without my permission. Come upstairs. I wish to take a bath. The cups and plates will wait for morning.”

He turned and went up the stairs. By the time I got up there, he already had the bath water running and was pouring green crystals into it. I could smell the piney scent of them and froze… pine trees… cold… a memory of something pushed on my mind…pine…

I am not sure what happened next, but I found myself lying on the floor, my head in Master’s lap, his hand brushing my face.

“You have come back to me,” he whispered, “What happened, Pet? Are you in pain?” “No Master…. my head…” I could feel the throbbing and the scent of pine seemed to push harder at it, “I thought I remembered something… the pine smell… it hurts.”

He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom and tucked me into the bed. Concern shone in his eyes, “Just lie here. I will bathe myself and join you in a bit.”

* * * * *

Alex returned from the bath still worried about Rosemary. She had gotten this look of total horror on her face, turned white and crumpled to the ground. She lay now curled in the bed like an abandoned kitten. He got into the bed and moved next to her. He ran his hand over her smooth skin and she moved closer to him. He smiled. Her trust of him was growing quickly. Gently he massaged her arms until she relaxed them. Being gentle and moving slowly, he moved her arms over her head and fastened them to the headboard. He loved the way she looked stretched out for him that way. Determined not to wake her yet, he moved carefully, massaging her legs to get them to relax and then fastening each ankle until she was opened for him.

Kneeling over her he began to lick and suckle her nipples, his fingers playing gently between her legs, feeling the moisture grow. She moaned under him and her body tensed as she woke fully. Her breasts moved at her surprised gasp. There was a moment of struggle and he could feel her give into the bonds. He lifted his head and looked at her, “You are far too beautiful my sweet Rose. I want to taste you.”

He moved his fingers to her breast and teased the nipples, grinning at the responding arch of her body toward him. “What do you feel?”

Rose tried to twist under his hand and whispered, “I feel…pleasure…and agony. I ache and throb. It isn’t fair to do this to me.”

He chuckled, “Oh it is fair, you are a slave Rose. You are a slave to your passions. I control them as I control your body. It is my pleasure for you to ache this way. In time tonight, I will give you what your body aches for. I am your Master.”

He touched the moistness between her legs and wiggled two fingers inside her until she danced under his hand in need. He brought her to the edge and the backed off. She cursed him softly for it.

“Who am I?” he asked bringing her to the edge again, toying with her to keep her there, unable to push herself over the brink to orgasm.

“Master… you are Master, please… God, I can’t take this…”

Alex laughed deeply, “Oh yes you can, Pet, and yes you will until I am ready.” He moved his hand away from her, delighted that she strained her body toward it, desperate for more of his touch, loving the frustrated noise she made, “What are you?”

“Your slave.” She spit out angrily.

He ignored the anger for now and reached over to get the clamps he had placed there earlier and suckled her right nipple until it was rock hard. With skill, he clamped the right nipple, watching her strain against the bonds, her body an exquisite arch of flesh. He clamped the left nipple and sat back to watch her. Her body gleamed in the low light with the silky sheen of arousal. The look she gave him was a combination of hatred and lust. He gave a tug to the chain that linked the clamps together and she twisted in desperation, her breath was short and he could tell she was on a hair’s edge of coming. He made himself get up and get a drink of water, leaving her spread open for him in aroused agony. When she was cooled down a bit he came back and mounted her.

He slipped his cock into her and sighed with pleasure at the tight fit. She was hot and throbbing around him, squirming wildly to feel him thrust into her. He looked down at her flushed face, “You enjoy that, Pet?”

“Yes….” she hissed. He knew her anger was at herself for giving into him, not at him for using her, as was his right. He began long strokes into her, taking care not to let her go over the edge. He came in her with a long cry of pleasure and then lay back next to her.

“Damn you!” she began, trying frantically to twist her body to have more of him.

“Don’t make me gag you, Rose,” he gave his voice the edge that let her know he was serious. He toyed with the clamps and whispered into her ear how he was her Master and he controlled her body. He brought her to the edge time and again until she was almost delirious with need.

He was hard again and when she began to whisper his mantra back without prompting, “You are Master, I am your slave. You own my body, you control my body…” He took her again, this time pulling on the clamps until she exploded in an orgasm that had her screaming in delight. She came again when he removed the clamps and a third time as he teased her body with a dildo. She was beyond comprehension as he released her feet and hands. He made sure her collar was attached to the length of chain fastened to the bed before he let himself drift into an exhausted but pleased sleep

* * * * *

I knelt in my Master’s study with paper, paints and a brush. I decided that I had one of the oddest Master’s in the world. I remembered what he did to me last night, but I had never imagined there could be such wondrous feeling and such agony at the same time. Thinking of it now, I throbbed with desire for him. Was this part of the conditioning I had or some spell he had placed on me?

In the morning, He brought me to the study and quizzed me. Question after question, most of which I had I could not answer. What was my earliest memory, what colors did I like, if I could be free what profession want to be. Each question was thrown at me fast, giving me no time to think. If I did not answer fast enough, He would flick this switch of his and there would be a sting of pain. My head throbbed now like something was trying to escape. I was now supposed to paint. I didn’t understand, but if it pleased him, who was I to say?

I found I painted trees, pine trees. I thought of the scent from last night and added in a cabin. The shape was wrong, so I added on more cabin until it looked right. It was still missing something. A lake? No, a stream. I painted it in and found I had added a shape behind the trees. A dark shape, something lurking.

“Very interesting.” Master took the painting, studied it and then sat in his chair and looked at me. “I am afraid I have to go on a short business trip, Rose. It will only be overnight. I have asked Andrew to come over to make sure you are all right. He will sleep in the guest room. You will serve him food and do any tasks he asks of you, but he will not touch you. No one touches you but me.”

“Where is Master going?” I asked curiously.

“Los Angeles. I am meeting with a client.”

“LA is great. You should go to dinner at the Sunset Tower. It’s pricey but the food is good,” I suggested without thinking. At the look on his face, I prostrated myself, “Please Master, forgive your slave for speaking out of turn.” The fear of punishment drove every other thought from my head.

“Forgiven, Pet.” He lifted me up and looked intently into my eyes. “You remember this place?”

I blinked, realizing that I did. I could see myself there, the table setting, the food being placed in front of me. I wore a black dress and there was someone else…. someone….

The pain in my head was worse. I described the brief memory and trembled. Was he angry? Would I be sent back for more treatment? I didn’t want to loose this bit of memory, this bit of who I was.

“I am not angry, Pet,” He kissed me on the forehead, “Go make some coffee for both of us and bring it back here. I have a phone call to make.”

He played with me again that night, driving me to the edge of sanity with his touch; teasing my body until I am begged him to take me. When I awake he was gone.

I did my chores and the exercises he had outlined for me. I had just finished with my shower when I heard the door open and then shut.

I hurried out and saw Paul standing in the hallway. He had Master’s spare key and was shedding his coat and scarf. I remembered my place, took them for him, and hung them up in the closet.

“Master is not here,” I took a step back from him, uneasy with his presence for no apparent reason.

“Yes, Andrew couldn’t make it, so I offered to come over and take care of you.” There was something about his smile that made me cold.

“Yes, Sir,” I knelt, “What would Sir like for dinner? I can cook well.”

“I will worry about dinner,” he moved toward me and ran his hand over my hair. When I tried to move away, his fingers tangled in it and yanked down sharply, pulling me down until I was bent backward at his waist. “I plan to have a good time with you while I can.”

“No!” I struggled to free myself, but his grip is like iron, “You cannot touch me! I belong to Master!”

“And he is not here,” he pulled me to the basement door and shoved me down the stairs. I fell hard, rolling and lay stunned at the bottom. He moved down the stairs with a deliberate step, grinning.

I leapt to my feet and swayed with dizziness, looking for a way to escape. I waited until he was off the stairs and then bolted for them. He caught my by the hair again and swung me around into a table. I hit it hard and couldn’t breathe. Darkness crept in for a moment and then cleared, but he has used the time to push me to the table. I fought him, trying to scream but I still didn’t have enough air. He easily bound my wrists while I tried to kick him. I wanted to hurt him; I wanted to kill him.

Pain, blinding light, my head rang and my face ached where he hit me. I lay in stunned pain, unable to fight as he fastened my legs to the table.

“God, you’re a bitch,” he muttered.

I could see with some pleasure that I have drawn blood on his face in the fight.

“No slave tells me, ‘no.’ I am your Master for the night and I will have you. Who is Alex going to believe, you or me?”

I could taste the blood in my mouth from his backhand and watched helplessly as he removed his clothes. He gave no warning, no foreplay, and no concern if I was ready. He shoved himself into me hard, scraping the dry passage there. I turned my head away, not wanting to see his face, but he forced me to look up at him, to watch his rape. I could see that he enjoyed the pain I was feeling.

The humiliation of it seemed to last forever. When he was done, he walked off, leaving me there, naked and helpless on the table. It was cold, but the air soothed my body. I cried, aching from the abuse and I remembered.

There had been pine trees and a cabin. It had been a weekend trip away from the city. I was just stepping out of the shower when I found them standing there. My confusion and shock played to their benefit and they caught me easily. Roughly they bound my hands behind me and then blindfolded me. Oh God, the darkness made everything more terrifying. First one took me and then the other; then the first one again. It couldn’t be happening to me. The memories of that night tumbled back. I screamed as the memories that assailed me.

Paul was suddenly back, hitting me again, screaming at me to be silent. I forced myself to stop, fear paralyzing me. He had the punishment whip and lifted it up.

I waited for the blow that did not come. My eyes were closed tightly in anticipation of the agony. Instead, there was a scuffle. I open my eyes and saw Paul being held by two policemen. Master was there, worry in his eyes as he fumbled with the knots that held me.

“Rose, oh my God, Rose.” He whispered, struggling to loosen the knot my panic had tightened.

I did not care that the police saw me like that. I cared only that Master has come for me. When he had untied me, he picked me up and carried me upstairs, holding me. I curled against him, safe. My body screamed with each movement, but I held back the cries. I didn’t want to upset Master more than he already was. He held me while the police questioned me. He stayed near as they photographed my body as evidence. Master refused to leave my side at the hospital where I was treated. I finally slept in his arms as the morning light tried to shine through the curtains.

When we woke, he soothed my aches with an ointment and we talked. I told him what happened and what I had remembered. He told me that Andrew had called him to let him know that Paul would be stopping in. Not trusting Paul, Master had come home right away. I slept more, feeling safe in my Master’s house.

* * * * *

Alex watched Rosemary as she lay curled on the floor by the fire reading. Sometimes she was so feline in her movements that he had taken to calling her “kitten.” He knew she didn’t really care for the name, and yet at the same time it pleased her. She had healed well from the attack and seemed content with her life. He had avoided the basement for a time and then introduced her slowly again to its pleasures and sweet torments. On the surface things were good. He also knew of her nightmares and noticed she still flinched at sudden movements.

He glanced back at the computer screen and the report there. With the few things Rosemary had remembered, he had started the investigation to see if he could find out who she really was. Finally, there was something. His man in Los Angeles had shown her picture at the restaurant she had remembered. Claiming to be searching for her to give her an inheritance, he was able to find one person who thought he remembered her and her date. Further investigation led to some bare information.

If this were true, Rosemary was really Alice Carter, a legal secretary who had worked for a large law firm in LA. According to interviews with the people at the law firm, Alice didn’t come in one Monday and mailed a resignation with a forwarding address. No one had questioned it.

The forwarding address was a post office box. Soon he would know who had rented the box. Once the participants of the plot were uncovered, he would take the information to the police.

But what to do about Rosemary…or was it Alice. He preferred Rosemary. She was not a criminal and should not then be a slave. The courts would probably free her. He was startled to see how much it hurt to think that she would not be there.

“Kitten-love, come here,” he turned off the monitor of the computer and smiled a bitter smile as she came over, happiness on her face.

“Yes, Master, how can I serve you?”

“I’m fine, I just wanted you by my side,” he petted her hair as she snuggled next to his leg, agony ripping his heart in two.

* * * * *

Alex kissed me goodbye and stepped into the cab. I waved until I could not see him anymore and then went back inside.

The warmth inside felt good. I kept the kimono on. Master had given me a few and told me to wear them as I wanted unless he specified otherwise. It felt odd at first to have clothing on my body. I worried that he was tired of me, but I realized, as the weather got colder, that his house could be a bit drafty at times. He was protecting me, and that touched me. He was off again on business and promised to check in on me several times. I would have time to work on his birthday present now.

It isn’t an easy thing for a slave to make a surprise gift for her Master. First I had to tell him I wanted to make him something, that I wanted it to be a surprise, and that I would need some supplies in order to make it. This did open up some new chores for me in the long run. I now did the shopping. Master had dressed me in the warmest of the kimonos and taken me to a number of stores and introduced me to each of the owners, making sure that I would be able to put purchases on his accounts. Now I went out as needed and got the food and other things we needed. The stores were all close and walking was easy.

Now that I could get the supplies, I had to find time to work on in where he could not see. This was harder. When he was home, he liked me near him. When he was out, I often had housework to do. Still, I had managed now and then to get it going well. I put on some music and curled up in the sofa near the fireplace and took out the knitting. I was making him a sweater of dark green wool. I remembered that I knew how to knit while I was recovering from the attack. That had been some months ago and the fear of it has faded.

I had remembered a lot since that day. I remember bits and pieces of my life before I was sold, and none of it seems to fit a criminal that would be sentenced to slavery. Master told me the other night, that there is some evidence that I might not have been a criminal. That is where he was going now, to investigate that. I am not sure how that made me feel. Was it the conditioning or was it me that loved my life now? I loved caring for Master, and I loved his care and touch. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be sent away, alone. I pushed the thoughts from my head. There was no need to worry about that now.

When it was dark, I made a small meal for myself, I toke a long bath and went to bed. It was hard to sleep alone now. The only times I was alone, was when I was being punished. That still happened now and then. I was lucky that Master did not punish me for imagined slights, but was instead exceedingly fair. That made the punishment all the worse, for I know that I have disappointed him greatly. So, now alone, I did not sleep well.

Perhaps it is that restlessness that alerted me to the noise. I could hear someone downstairs. Master had called earlier so I knew that he was far away from here. I slipped out of the bed, wrapping the kimono around my naked body. I was torn between running down the stairs to confront the person and hiding. Whatever I choose, I need something to protect myself. I remembered that Master has golf clubs in the closet. Moving as silently as I could, I got the one that seemed the heaviest. What next? I forced myself to calm down and to think.

The police. I need to get to the phone. Master refused to have one in the bedroom, so I needed to get to the study, but I heard the person moving up the stairs. I stuffed the pillows under the covers to make a body and I got behind the door. It’s a lame place to hide, but so is under the bed, the bathroom or the closet.

In the darkness, I saw the person slip into the room. He was big and though it was dark I knew it was Paul. I wanted to run, to scream, but at the same time, an anger I had never known began to brew inside me. It was white hot and brilliant. I saw him move toward the bed, something in his hands. I saw the knife gleam as his lifted it and drove it into the pillows. He froze in confusion.

The anger reached a peak and I leapt at him, the club swinging. I would not let him hurt me again! I would not let him hurt another person! The club connected with a resounding thud and he fell to the ground, the knife skittering across the floor. I swung the club again and brought it down on his back. I heard his angry scream like an oddly distant noise.

His hand grabbed my ankle in an iron grasp and pulled. I lost my balance and hit the floor hard, the club gone from my hands. Panic fueled the anger in me, as I knew what he would do to me this time. I clawed and fought; I ripped at his skin and tried to find his eyes. He would not rape me again. I must have hurt him, for his hands released me just long enough for me to get up and run.

I knew the house better than he did, the darkness giving me an even greater advantage. I made it to the study and grabbed the phone, hitting the speed dial for the police. It rang, and rang and rang. I heard the dispatcher’s voice as Paul found me, grabbing me from behind and swinging me away from the phone. I screamed as loudly as possible, praying the woman would hear me. I fell hard against the bookshelves; books falling around me.

Paul was saying something, but it is just noise as I tried to scramble to my feet. Something hit me across my stomach and I fell to floor gasping for breath. No! I would not let him win. I threw a book at him as I struggled to crawl away. I felt his hand in my hair, ripping, pulling me up even as I fought like fury.

He threw me on top of Master’s desk, scattering items to the floor. He easily backhanded over and over. I tried to curl up to protect myself from the onslaught of his blows. He forced me back and tore the kimono open. He punched me in the stomach with a curse. The wind knocked out of me, there was little I could do to stop him from thrusting into me. He kept slamming his body into mine with a cruelty that was all too familiar. I could do nothing but lie there.

As he called me names, raping me, my fingers found a length of smooth, cool metal. It was if the coldness of the metal filled me and in one smooth movement, in the hiatus of time, I moved. Time seemed to crystallize. I could not see him perfectly, but I knew where he was. His scream echoed off the walls and then there was silence.

I rolled painfully from the desk and began to crawl from the room. I had to get away before he could get me again. I was in the hallway when the lights flipped on. A hand reached out to touch me, but I clawed back in self-preservation. I don’t remember what they said, but somehow they managed to convince me that I was safe.

As they helped me down the stairs, I saw into the study and body of Paul, lying on the ground, the letter opener protruding from his eye. He would never touch me again.

I don’t know how much time passed. I know I slept. I know they never bothered to bring me any food or to remove the chains they had put on me. Why should they care? I was a slave that killed a free person. It didn’t matter what he was doing; I was a slave.

By the time Master stood in the doorway, my right eye had swollen up enough that it was difficult for me to open it. I was not sorry that I had killed Paul; I doubt I ever would be. At that moment, seeing the look on Master’s face, I was sorry that I had caused this trouble for him.

“Can’t leave you alone, can I?” he asked softly, coming over to my side and sitting on the edge of the cot. He trailed his fingers through my hair.

“I am sorry, Master,” I whispered.

“I should have foreseen the possibilities. It is my fault, Kitten.” There was a long silent pause as he stroked my hair, “They are not going to let me take you home.”

I turned my face away from him. I was amazed at how that hurt. It was not staying here or the possibility of death, but the pain from not seeing him again, to be taken away from him.

His firm fingers forced my eyes toward his, “In a few minutes, they are going to come in here and remove the chains. I will remove the collar and tags.”

“So I am to be executed?” my voice was dull.

“No, Rose” his smile was sad, “I have found proof. You were not a criminal; you should not be a slave. You are a free woman — a free woman with the right to defend yourself. You will be free tonight.”

“To go home with you, Master?” my head was spinning with this news.

“No,” he pulled his hand away from me and stood up, distancing himself from me. “I am not your Master. You will be given some clothing, some money….”

I sat up on the cot, “But I don’t remember who I am…or was… or what I did? Where am I supposed to go?”

Alex shrugged, “They don’t exactly have a reintroduction program, but they may. I doubt they will toss you onto the street. There will be someone to walk you back into your life.”

“What about you?” I asked. Who would do for him all the things I had done? Who knew him like I did?

“The same as before I had you. But I did what I set out to do. I proved there was a ring of officials that would kidnap young women and get them into the criminal system for profit. Even now, the ringleaders are being arrested. I have the scoop on it, I have already had a book offer,” he reached around and unlocked the collar from my neck. I felt naked.

The cold realization hit me, “I was just part of a project? An investigation?”

I could see a quick range of emotions cross his face. His reply was cold and brittle, “That’s about the sum of it. Take care kitten.” He walked out quickly, but I saw the tear he tried to hide.

I wondered why men think that if they make you mad, it’s somehow better than anything else? Didn’t he realize that I had come to love him? Not just the sex, even though it was great. Not just the way the cool command of his voice could get me wet and eager, nor the utterly confusing way I looked forward to the caress of leather on my skin, holding me down and open for his use but for everything. I loved him for waking up next to him in the morning, feeling his warmth, for the wondrous contentment of evenings reading or painting near him until he shifted just so, closed his book or turned off the computer and looked at me. For the way he smiled when I served a meal I knew he liked. I had come to love everything about him…. and now he was leaving just like that?

The guards came and with much more courteousness than before they released me. I began to cry. They thought I was crying in joy. They had no idea. I was given clothing and it felt so terribly odd to be that covered. I was taken out; there were papers I signed, not caring.

Days passed in a dull blur. I was given identity papers and brought to an apartment they told me was mine. In time, I was in an office, doing computer work, pretending that this was normal, when my heart ached to be back at his feet. I would get home and remove the clothes and curl up on the floor by the chair, pretending, but it did not work.

Seasons came and passed until I could take it no longer. One day, I did not go to work, but found my way to the airport, and from there to his city. I spent several days wandering the city, walking, thinking, feeling more alive now than I had since that night in the cell.

One afternoon, I found myself in front of his house. Unable to stop myself, I walked up to the door and checked the place he used to keep the spare key for me. My fingers touched cold metal. Was this some dream? I unlocked the door and entered. It was the same as I remembered it. I wandered from room to room, seeing what had changed or not. He had framed one of my paintings. My knitting remained in a basket near the fireplace.

The clock struck five. He would be home soon. I could leave and return to my life as Alice. He would never need to know I had visited. I laughed at the thought. Unless he sent me away again, I would not return to that dull and colorless life. I removed each layer of my clothing, carefully folding it up and setting it on the couch. It felt wonderful to feel so free again. I hurried and put together a tray of afternoon snacks for him and placed them by his chair. And then I knelt and waited, hearing his familiar steps outside, the rattle of his key, the opening of the door. I could feel my eagerness jump and almost smell my own arousal. I trembled in eagerness and fear. Would he order me to leave?

“My Pet!” he breathed the two words in soft amazement. I knew I was home.

特別的情人節禮物：主人提供的巴西式除毛服務

巴西式除毛（全除），是去年情人節，主人給toy的特別禮物，事先toy完全不知道會有這樣的surprise在等著toy。

從第一次開始調教起，主人就一直認為toy應該把pussy的毛除乾淨，toy的心態從一開始的不能接受，到後來主動當成homework將pussy的毛毛越修越短，可是始終也沒突破心防願意將pussy完全地修乾淨。

那天是一趟兩個人的小旅行，回到家後toy心滿意足地吃了主人為toy煮的愛心晚餐，以為恩愛的一天就這樣要結束了（只有白天時主人有趁沒人看到時拉下toy的胸罩，讓toy的nipples尖尖地挺著），沒想到洗完澡出來後，看見主人不問toy的意願，就已經準備了大大的毛巾鋪在地板上，要toy全裸地背朝下躺上，並把自己的大腿張開開，耐心等待主人準備工具。

等待的過程中，toy心裡做了各種盤算，想著該不該、該如何阻止主人的行動？如果說不要會不會壞了主人的興致？是不是主人想要toy乾淨的pussy當做他的情人節禮物？可是還沒打定主意該怎麼脫逃被除毛的命運，主人就已經用臉盆裝好溫水，開始仔細認真的刮除toy pussy上的毛髮了。過程中主人不斷用毛巾沾溫水滴到toy的pussy上，toy雖然看不到，主人也沒說話，可是toy卻明白主人這麼做是為了要洗去toy因為主人輕柔觸碰而不斷流出的淫水干擾主人除毛，而toy越是想阻止自己泉湧的pussy，pussy卻越是不聽話地越來越濕。

終於，主人處理完了toy的pussy，從地上扶起害羞地toy，帶著toy進入廁所將toy的pussy沖洗乾淨，toy第一次感覺pussy這麼清爽涼快，一點點地碰觸都讓toy好敏感。當然，那晚主人好好地享用了變得非常可口的toy，而從那次以後，toy的pussy始終保持巴西式的狀態。

Resume 奴的履歷

It occured to me the other day that finding a Master or sub can be quite a difficult task sometime, so I thought that it might be a good idea to create a Sub Resume.
A simple layout with basic information, not too much information though discression is a must! Using the symbol of a submissive looking to be collared at the top clearly indicates the persons wish to find a Dom, and indicates their sex.
有一天我突然這麼想，對一個初次尋找主人的奴來說，尋找的過程應該不是一項簡單的任務。所以我想如果能有一份履歷讓奴詳細地介紹自己（當然不要透露過多個人聯繫方式，而是介紹自己的嗜好與性向），應該會讓事情容易的多。這份制式的履歷上當然要包含能代表性別與性向的符號，讓主人一看就知道你是哪種奴。

下面就是我設計的履歷格式，歡迎sub（奴）們自行取用，填寫各自的履歷，開始你們尋主的第一步囉。Good Luck!

Example Resume履歷範例

Un-collared Female Blank沒有主的女奴（空白履歷格式）

Un-collared Male Blank沒有主的男奴（空白履歷格式）

Feel free to fill in your own details, or even adapt and change the blanks to suit you better.

請永遠『這樣』愛我

我從來也不知道會在BDSM裡，找到愛情的答案。
曾經我也以為，
SM關係不能與真正的男女關係畫上等號，
所以我只想趁著狂妄少年時，
仿效脫韁的野馬，
享受恣意忘為的行徑，
直到遇到主人，
跨越半個地球，
講著不同的語言，
我們卻彼此滿足與分享了心底最深層的需要。

主人，
請從此就『這樣的』愛我，
讓我住在您為我打造的牢籠中，
用您的愛與虐圈養我！

更多BDSM的符號

上回主人聊過BDSM符號學，男主、女主、男奴、女奴都各自擁有代表的符號，可是世界上的人有百百種，BDSM社群中的同好也不一定都能歸類到上面這四種身分當中，那麼其他取向的人該怎麼辦呢？

因為toy非常的submissive，所以主人努力地在幫toy物色可以一起調教toy的女主人當中，大概是因為這樣的關係，因此主人多畫了下面兩個符號，如果找尋BDSM伴侶時，能有個龐大的資料庫，每個人都可以寫份履歷放在其中，供主奴瀏覽、配對，那麼每份履歷上大概就會需要像下面這樣一目了然，能彰顯身分的符號了吧。

Switch un-collared female還未被馴服的主奴雙向女性

Switch collared female已有主的主奴雙性女性

調教日記：滴蠟篇

上次toy不小心把自己玩壞掉之後（都是球球惹得禍），已經兩個多禮拜不能被主人玩了，所以昨天的調教toy跟主人都期待了好久。

因為前晚的表演中看到十夜和Elsa表演的乳頭滴蠟，主人說toy很久沒有接受滴蠟調教了，這次的調教中一定要包含這項，toy心裡又期待又怕受傷害，但也只能乖乖地點頭接受。主人沒有用繩子，只要toy自己仰頭躺好，然後便用低溫蠟燭高舉在toy的身體上方預備，看到這裡toy已經不敢再看了，因為主人包裹住下體的浴巾剛好就在toy的額頭上方，toy就抓住一小角浴巾蓋住自己的眼睛。toy的模樣應該很好笑吧，主人乾脆把浴巾全給toy遮臉，可是toy也沒有心思偷看赤裸裸的主人了，腦子裡只想著該怎麼躲過蠟燭的攻勢，如果有繩子固定住toy多好，就不用努力讓自己不要亂動了，toy當時是這麼想的。

沒多久蠟油一滴一滴地滴到toy的胸部上方，耳邊不時傳來主人的聲聲訓誡，要toy不准亂動，但toy還是忍不住扭動身體掙扎，才一下下的時間對toy來說卻好像過了好久，主人終於停下來問toy還要不要繼續，toy點了點頭，讓主人很開心，因為平常toy的忍受力更低，沒幾滴就不行了，於是主人再繼續對toy的tites進行了下一波滴蠟調教，途中還不斷撥下已經凝結的蠟塊，toy因為看不到又太緊張了，所以主人撥下的蠟塊碰觸到其他皮膚也以為是剛滴下的蠟油，都先尖叫了再說，之後主人取笑toy說別人滴蠟都是發出呻吟的聲音，只有toy是不斷地大叫（好糟糕，這樣一點都不性感阿）。

結果這次的滴蠟調教就在搞笑的狀態下落幕了（後續就不用多說，是被主人臨興的時間了），其實這就是couple間幸福的床第生活吧，如果所有的性愛都是碰碰碰、結束、翻過去睡覺，這樣的床第生活有多無趣呢，加點低溫蠟燭調教（調情）然後再開始，對toy來說是最好的前戲了呢。

後記：結果toy還抱怨主人沒有"瞄準"nipples，都只有滴在nipples周遭，害toy沒有體驗到蠟油滴在nipples上的感覺。主人生氣的說：你不知道瞄準有多麼難阿！

色色的自轉車性幻想

總是記得不知在哪個網站上看過的情色小說中這麼描述，說一個主人把少女兩隻腳固定在跑步機的腳踏板上，兩隻手固定在扶手上，就這麼讓少女坐上與腳踏板連動的自慰棒上，腳每踩一圈，按摩棒就會戳插兩次，讓少女沒多久就欲仙欲死，腿軟無力，可是主人還不放過她，將按摩棒調為電力模式，然後說讓少女再"享受"一小時的訓練後放她下來，結果主人在電視機前面睡著了，少女連續被折磨了好幾個小時，等主人睡醒少女已經叫喊到幾乎沒有聲音了...。好情色的文字，toy最喜歡情色文學了，留有好多幻想的空間在其中，讀著讀著，腦海中就浮現了好多可能的情境畫面。

心裡也想著，不知道有沒有人真的把這樣的腳踏車道具做出來，昨天找到上面這張卡通圖，美美的畫出了toy心中的畫面。要是有這樣的表演該有多好！？一個可愛的女生在眾人的面前坐上自慰腳踏車，要在大家面前裸身踩腳踏車踩到高潮...。

想著想著才發現，其實國外真的有人做出來了，還畫出了分解圖示呢！

還有日本最大的色情製片場，也拍了一系列的自轉車實作電影，將這有趣的性幻想真實搬上現實生活中了。










找了這麼多資料之後，主人居然跟我說，我們好久以前就買回了SOD下面的這部自轉車影片耶，結果toy居然自己做了這麼多性幻想，今天下午很開心的和主人一起把這部片看完了，片中的女孩好可愛，在大街上害羞地努力踩著腳踏車想要抵達目的地，很kinky的日本人安排了不同的女孩子騎著裝有不同自慰棒或按摩器的腳踏車，展開比賽，抵達目的地後女孩子還必須裸身坐上已固定在室內的該輛腳踏車，以自己喜歡的方式騎著它達到高潮。


『日片名:這就是極限，大街上露出潮吹～假陽具自行車！』