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The Sanctuary part one
Far removed from the normal hustle and bustle of the modern world, this place is established unto itself for my purposes of bringing young women to mentor concerning the sensual pleasures of Domination and submissiveness. Carefully selecting these environs gives me total privacy and anonymity from the burdensome, prying eyes of the hypocritical morality of "good people", my place among these towering mountains lends itself to the adventures and challenges of life-changing experiences. It's just that which is enjoyed daily as my work...training submissive women in the lifestyle-art of erotic and sensual bondage, discipline, sadism, and masochism. Primarily, the purpose is to allow them to be the woman they yearn to become, unfettered by the yokes of societal norm...to dream of arousing permanently the eroticism that's lain dormant in their souls while they've literally been enslaved to accept the stupidity of stifled 'sameness' that erodes the marrow of what life is all about...self-actualization. Evident daily, in my personal awareness of the modern women, are those magnificent few who relish the role of being a willing slave to a dominant master who is responsible for and controls every aspect of their existence. Once selected for my comprehensive program, it's my role to remove the scales from their eyes and hearts and spirits, to make known that truest of all creatures to be desired, the submissive woman. And, my work is done very well, with an insatiable appetite to "create something out of nothing"...the motto of this haven which really impresses others when written and read in Greek.
Having established the credibility of this opportunity within the world's community, for those desiring a lifestyle of Domination and submission, I continue to refine the process to accomodate the needs for individuals...my paramount interest. Seeing no purpose in producing a reasonable facsimile of a submissive woman, I rather, take the woman's given interests, needs, skills, awareness, and knowledge and compliment that with my own intuitive expertise, wisdom, and insight that fuses both her desires and fantasies into reality. Many of these girls come from some relationship already in place...and, as a sort of finishing school, their time here lasts for three weeks. Some come without any foundation, relying only on their own desires to become all that they are...and this may last for a period of 3 months. My purpose is a self- progressive immersion into this seemingly strange world of eroticism. By providing the women direction and focus, with expectations and delineated marks of progression, I have weeded out the ones who were here strictly for someone else, and instead, been able to infuse into those genuinely willing, the experiential knowledge which is best served by utilizing all the senses in this course of instruction. In short...my girls learn to become because all along, "they are".
Depending on the progress each makes, and the desired goals agreed upon from the beginning, the cost of the program is not unlike some private university...seemingly expensive at first, but well worth every penny and then some for what it allows for many years to come. And as this benefit is shared...so now that I'm writing this, I should really rethink of increasing my tuition to reflect just the enormity of the impact of a few weeks enjoyed at the sanctuary. Each participant is a faithful girl to me upon leaving here, not that she is in any way committed to me. The gratitude for what she's learned and become because of the experiences she's had, and continues to enjoy as her life is full of peace, joy, pleasure and certainty of who she is and what she desires in a very fulfilling life, does return to me in the attentions they send from all corners of the world. Letters, pictures, reunions, etc. keep me in touch with each one...and I jealously guard over my girls and their welfare...a benefit of our alumni which is rarely needed but sometimes invoked. Enough of the philosophy and the intrigue which baits you enticingly to learn more. If you're serious, and I am certainly very serious about what I have to offer in this regard, contact me via the e-mail at my address of WolfenDom@nightmail.com, and find out more about what is available now in my selection process cycle. Let me relate to you how I chose my own personal slavegirl from this wealth of wondrous beauty and charm.
A year ago, this past November, the leaves were about ready to fall to the earth for their only dance in this world, when Michelle arrived along with one other. She was from a family that, like so many others, is dysfunctional, being the illegitimate daughter of a preacher's errant child who defied all moral codes of her day and found someone who'd gladly help her get pregnant. Michelle was young when she came to me, only nineteen years of age, and now was alone...referred to me by an alumnus who knew she'd be perfect for finding her true place here. My first impression of her was that she hid from others, keeping walls up to protect herself, a sure sign of severe rejection indicating abuse. As I reached to welcome her, with hand extended...she forced herself to look up at me, only briefly...and gave me the awareness even further when she timidly held a cold, soft hand toward me to kiss...as is my customary greeting for new novitiates. What she didn't realize, that once she made eye contact with me...she was mine, to be as I chose...and her dark brown eyes, framed with brunette tresses just as dark also enlivened in me an urging not like so many others failed to accomplish. Michelle stirred my soul.
Administratively processed by suitable alumni who found secretarial work to meet their needs for service, Michelle was interviewed and processed by me, personally...something she didn't realize was more rare than an eclipse of the sun. I enjoyed her discomfort thoroughly, as she entered my office, situated above the rest of the center, where I could look out and see not only what was going on inside the building, but outside in the compound as well, with magnificent apertures to allow the beauty of nature to permeate all that was about this place. Forcing her to again and again make direct eye contact with me as she felt the energy being transferred from me to her, knowing that I saw the arousal of her nipples through the sheer top, and trying to cover herself was completely futile as I instructed her that obeying me was paramount here...all responded to me and my wishes...and I wished for her to look up at me...lower her arms to the chair and place her feet flat on the floor.
The forms would be the usual sort anyone would fill out for a hospital stay or any extended period of time even as a college semester, but they also asked personal questions while compiling input into personality traits, moods, attitudes and types...a very thorough psychological profile which would give me extraordinary awareness of their interests, fantasies, desires...and past history of sexual experiences. To confirm this, I had the usual questions which verified validity, but I also did so much more in this phase of orientation. Polygraph tests had been forfeited from being reliable in courts of law...they weren't here. My staff was trained to give polygraph examinations to all novitiates to determine further what aroused them, and many times, what wasn't offered freely in the usual filling out of forms was uncovered when graphic photos, sounds, video and simple questions were posed to a girl who was wired to catch her emotional responses to such stimuli. Thoroughness is a hallmark of my service.
Michelle blushed deeply, discounting the need at times for a polygraph's wire to tell me what she was attracted to...even moreso when I told her of further tests that would register the blood flow to her vaginal lips, measuring the intensity of the pulse as well as the engorgement of those lips and the subsequent moistening of her vagina in her physical reaction for preparation for sexual contact. I was quite clinical up until this moment, when I told her to take her panties off, stand and come towards me...
She had that look of a terrified deer in her eyes, her pupils were so wide it made her dark brown eyes almost black. Her nipples betrayed all sense of shame as she stood while her firm, 34-C, young breasts expressed their need for attention, and her short faltering step or two towards me at my desk, told me of her shock at being so known, while also being so controlled immediately. With her wet panties in hand, I told her I wanted to know if she was aroused, to let me know for sure that her pussy had reacted to me, naturally asking for more than just a casual, passing moment of pleasure. Michelle couldn't answer, so I extended my hand, palms up, and told her to raise her skirt, spread her legs and move her clit on my fingers till she came.
I still remember that wonderful young girl shuddering from excitement, fear, and the pleasures of her clit exploding in such waves of sensual delights as she moaned while shaking so, hands cupping her own breasts to pleasure her taut nipples. When the ecstacy subsided, I slipped my fingers in further, curled them upwards, and told her to look at me once again. Her eyes were pools of intoxicating warmth, drawing me into her soul further, and I said, "You are to be trained for me".
...copywright '99
... WolfenDom@nightmail.com
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