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The Slave Princess Chapter 29

May 7, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The Harvest Moon was full and red. It looked like it wanted to take up half the night sky.

There had been harvests thruout the Summer, but the big grain harvest and the apple harvest were coming to a peak. There would still be work, in the fields, in the streams, in the woods. Tonight, the only thing being harvested was debauchery.

Fires were spread as far as the watch on the top of the Salam-Dir keep could see. Each was a small gathering, a party that would flow and ebb to the next fire under the red moon. Song could be heard drifting up to the walkway, the protectors on duty wishing their relief would get there early, their reliefs knowing they would be late.

A touch of chill was in the air that night, the fires not just for companionable light. Capes and ale were openly shared between many. It had been a hard week of work and through the tiredness, most were playing hard.

Clothing had started to come off even before the evening meal had come to a close, the Great Hall having several secreted studded oranges appear, leading to faces in cleavage within a few passes. On Lady Hellon’s Hill, the scene was similar and even the soldiers opened their tents for guests of any kind. »Read More

The Slave Princess Chapter 28

May 5, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The carriage was hitched up, the wagon with the servants being loaded. Many tired faces were among those in the dark green, most of those also with smiles.

They were waiting for Laun and the babies. The common soldiers were not allowed onto the gravel surrounding the keeps black stone wall, but that did not mean there weren’t Rosemond military walking in the early day. Several of the officers who had been with the women strolled by, low voices thanking for the activities of the day and night before, some placing a coin or trinket extra to make the Officers feel better about what they knew would happen in two days. There were a few that stopped to nod at Verat or Franc, hands gripped in the warriors way, that left gifts for them, too.

Servants opened the gate before Erin escorted Laun out to the cleared area. Servants trailed behind, the men of the household watching Gem as she carried the basket with the babies. Hazalam carried a chest to the carriage and stepped in, the motion of it showing he was settling the luggage before himself. Grace was being held loosely by the reins waiting for Laun to mount.

Erin held Laun’s hand to his lips and murmured something to her that made her blush, but also made her grin widely. She waved a dark feathered fan at her self to try to cool off on that hot morning, the red and black dress drawing heat seemingly from the air. »Read More

The Slave Princess Chapter 27

May 3, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The torchlight from the military encampments made the tents glow in the fields below the keep. Laun was on Erin’s arm as they walked around the perimeter of the keep, her face turned to him though seeing more than just he.

The wind had come at dusk, cooling the Summer evening and making the trees hiss. The night sky went from the blazing hot oranges of sunset to the cool purple velvet of night, clouds floating singularly across the waxing moon. Stars blazed in the dark sky above, but they could not shine brighter than Erin.

He was not looking where he was walking in the cooling evening. His eyes were only for the woman on his arm. Her eyes glinted of gold as they passed by torches, her mouth naturally pink and soft as the roses he grew. He was not really paying attention to the small talk, the mention of weather and phasma flies. He nodded and smiled as she smiled.

She had come back from the bathing chamber in what she was wearing now. Light and flowing and a silvery sheen to the linen that glowed against her tan skin. The three pointed crown above her hair, a simple braid that came down her back, tied with the thong that had been on her wrist, the silver bell dangling soundlessly there. He watched her come in and curtsey to him, use his honorific and tilt her head slightly to the side. He had wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply for several minutes.

She reminded him, gently, that he needed to wash himself, also. He tore himself away from her and almost ran to the bathing chamber, cursing himself for having it so far from the bedroom he had chosen. »Read More

The Slave Princess Chapter 26

April 30, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The men of the Rosemond regulars and the mercs they had among them were easy and predictable.

The women of Salam-Dir had experience with soldiers. They easily walked from the secure confines of the keep and castle of Nestwood and stirred the loins of most of the men they walked by in the tent encampment. One of the women stayed in the keep to keep the men of the servants occupied as the rest that were not with Laun and the babies did their own infiltration of the Rosemond troops.

It was not just women who wore the green of Salam-Dir that were approached. Laun’s rogues drew Verat and Franc with them to be the magnets for those who would not be enticed by the women. Laun had talked at length with Verat and Sand Master’s own son to make sure they were comfortable with the mission, and the information they were to get and plant. They had been dressed simply as any of the servants, but their attitudes towards each other showed that they were not as other men.

Offers were coming as soon as the nobles had gone into the keep, trailing servants behind them. The women were used to blushing and looking over their shoulders at the others around them and putting the men off without telling them no. The men had to learn on the run as they dealt with the light duties they had been assigned in the escort.

The time came and the best offers so far were accepted. The women disappeared into tents, into wooded groves. The men gave one last squeeze of the hand to each other as they let themselves get separated and led to their own assignations. »Read More

BdSm and Abuse

April 26, 2020 / Miss R posted in Article, FAQ / No Comments

“Please! Mistress, I want you to abuse me!” you keen, as you do not see the room through the blindfold of your own making.

No.

Kink is not abuse

I just saw another interaction on a social media outlet that raised my hackles. I direct messaged one of the people and found, instead of a shattered, joyless slave, there was a bouncy, uplifted bottom who reveled in the public humiliation. They thanked me for making sure they were o.k., and I backed off. And, even though the initial interaction I saw was not ‘good’, I was happy that they were happy.

Why did I message them? Because, as a Dominant and reluctant Elder, it is my duty to be aware of situations that could turn badly, and cut it off before it does so. The only way to do that is to go to the person who seems to be abused and communicate with them.

“But! Isn’t all BdSm kinkiness abuse?” I hear you mumble through your socially unaware gag.

No. »Read More

The development of fetishes

April 13, 2020 / Miss R posted in Article / No Comments

Kinks are part of our lives, whether we wish for them or not. The human brain fixates on things. It is how we develop and learn. When things become a ‘chase’ for resources, those scarce things become a fixation, and can lead to some fetishes that might be hard to understand.

Throughout the ages, scarcity has led to fetishism of the scarce thing. From the obvious ‘exotic’ people who are different from those you are used to being around, to items that are imported and as such are rare or things that used to be common, but because of adversity has become scarce. The use of the rare thing has created fetishes throughout the centuries, some of which are quite bizarre.

For an example, because of rationing during the World Wars, food became quite an element in fetish play in Britain. Smoshing raised in prominence for the use of the rationed food items that could be found, wasting them in a sexualized way. The use of canned beans for sitting in, or spreading on feet combined several fetishes and made the rare thing, the rationed food, the star.

In the age of consumerism we are in, the Covid-19 epidemic has created another wave of scarcity. I have already seen toilet paper pornography, emphasizing the non-standard use and waste of a thing we used to take for granted. It has also raised the awareness of a few things that are tangental, such as infantilism with the use of adult diapers. The human mind is associative, and the lack of something makes the need to have it a driving primal force, and that muddies its self with other primal needs, which makes for sexual associations and kinks with the thing we are striving to find.

The cleanliness that protecting ourselves needs to work has also led to ‘dirty’ and ‘bug chasing’ videos becoming more popular. It isn’t the non-use of condoms I am talking about, it is a rash of amateur videos of people who say they have Covid-19 having sex with other people. There have always been bug-chasers, but this one is being documented. Not only is it dangerous, it is a way of mainstreaming that dangerous kink by having pretty people having sex for your entertainment.

In the future, there will be other things that are ‘exotic’ or become scarce. Those will then fold into the fetishes that are already there, with unknown waves of use and knowledge to effect what we do with that kink. We shall see.

Wash your hands.

The Slave Princess Chapter 25

March 12, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

Back to Chapter 24 - Please consider tribute to the Web Mistress - The Chronicles of the Midlands starts Here, with the first chapter of the Slave Warrior.

It was early in the morning. The camp had been awake and moving to get repacked since first light. Laun was being groomed as carefully as Grace was as the mist of the morning glided around the men and women in the quiet camp.

The scouts came back and reported in low tones that the bridge had indeed been repaired, though it was obvious where damage had recently occurred. The scouts went to the three squads loading up, the Protector archers amongst them checking the newly made arrows as they went into their quivers.

They were ready to mount up. The sun was starting to burn off the mist as the horses were lined up, the carts hitched. Laun was astride Grace, her skirts draped over the flank of the horse, her jewels and crown catching the early light. The four assassins were spread through the group, Gem with the babies in the carriage as the men found places alongside the few guards and servants that were to escort Laun.

The group split into three as Laun led her group towards the river. They had camped only about ten minutes’ ride from the river when they found that there wasn’t a guard posted on this side of the river. Sloppy, and Laun used it to advantage. They came to the top of the ridge before the river and looked down to the beach.

It was different from when the ferryman had pulled her across. No flat bottomed boat rocked in the flow of the river. No large rope drooped into the water. »Read More

The Slave Princess Chapter 24

March 5, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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It was several days of sitting or standing still, reading and talking to people and planning things before Laun felt as though she could be out in the sun again.

She took time to go over every message she had ever been sent, making notes and making messages to some of the people in the Capitol City she wanted to keep track of. Laun discussed with many people the messages that were sent to her from Dreng and Falmir before the caravan had arrived, discussed the message brought to her by Lieutenant Senri with far fewer.

Laun designed a few things that she wanted to be made, some for her, some for the babies and most for the household. The carpenters and seamstresses and even the masons were given projects that would keep them busy for a while. Laun was as open as she could be, but some of the projects were parts of a larger project she wanted do have done.

The peeling was bad once it started. Jokes of Laun turning into a reptile were said, and used a few too many times. Laun smiled as she could and nodded when she couldn’t. Oils being spread on her skin and mineral baths were common for Laun, so much so that the escort teams started to leave a bench in the corridor outside the bathing chamber.

The day Laun ventured out into the sun, she had on a light tunic and one of the dancing skirts over her halter and loincloth and nothing else. Even the burn on her feet was still tender enough to make sandals too much. Her escort carried things for her, including a change of clothing.

She led the hand picked escort to the banks of the Grey Waters, a cart with baskets in the back of it following them. Laun led the group into the marshy area along part of the bank of the stream and pointed.

“That is where we are going to be today.” The people around her looked at each other and shrugged. »Read More

Defining a Dom

February 28, 2020 / Miss R posted in Article / No Comments

The media gives a common vision of what someone who is Dominant does and is in todays society. It is good to have a starting point that is common, but the compare/contrast on what a Dominant actually is and does is far more nuanced than the images of Lady Heather or Christian Grey we have been given. How do we know who is Dominant if not with these common images?

To be Dominant, it takes knowledge and techniques to be able to showcase that dominance. We see the leather, the lace, the whips and chains. But, it would not work without the submissive in the relationship. Everyone is different, and every Dominant/submissive relationship is different. Yes, there is a penchant for dark humor and perhaps a little more giggling at others’ pain than is the median today, but, just like every interaction, the way a Dominant controls their submissive really is based on how that submissive allows themselves to be controlled.

Got you there, didn’t I.

It is the coin-sides of the Play we call Kink. You cannot have one side without the other, and the commonality that binds them together. You can have a simple D/s interaction just about anywhere without the obvious trappings we have come to expect. It takes communication between the people involved before and during, and that is what the media just doesn’t let us see. Without knowing the proper buttons to push, what makes it a good push, and what makes it a bad one, it will fall flat. Talking before a session or interaction is how you explore how a Dominant can control the submissive with them. Knowing that words have power, calling someone a sissy, may make them smile, it may make them get angry. Depending on the reaction wanted, both are good. It is the skilled Dominant that can use those reactions to push the submissive’s fantasy.

The physical techniques a Dominant uses, from Shibari rope work, through use of flogs and whips, to the ability to wrestle their submissive into a real submissive pose, are all flashy, and what people visually seek out. In some circumstances, such as open play parties, just having the physical nature of Dominance on display is what is needed, and wanted. It is what is beyond the snap of the whip and the hurting knees landing on the concrete floor that keeps a submissive coming back to a particular Dominant. From the outside, it may all look the same. From within the interaction, it can run hot, or cold.

How to define a Dom? Someone who can control with a word, a look, a flick of a finger. Because those are the things the submissive sees, and reacts to.

Kneel before me. 😉

Miss R

The Slave Princess Chapter 23

February 24, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The men were beaming. There were a few cheers from the gathered household and the other soldiers present were all standing at attention behind the four.

Laun held up her hand and most of the noise subsided. “And even though it was a game, it did show me that these men, thrown together to look after their defenseless Princess-” There was loud laughter from many people. Laun waited and put up her hand again for attention. “To protect me, they worked well with each other, used their fellow company and, in the end, almost caught me before midnight.”

“I should have won that bet!” There was laughter again.

Laun reached into the basket the growing babies were in and pulled out four small ribbons, looped and pinned. “I have little to give you for recognizing your talents. Please accept this token from my hand.” Laun went to the Corporal at the end of the line and started with him, pinning the green ribbon onto his collar with one of the straight pins from her unused sewing chest. He stood straight and saluted as Laun stepped back. Laun saluted in return and stepped to the next man. Each was pinned and saluted until Laun stepped back from the Private.

“Now... You caught me. We found out after that it was past time, but I think, for your tactics, you deserve my reward.” Someone from the crowd hissed, quickly stopped, but laughter rolled through the room.

Laun turned and Hazalam came forward with a small folded cloth. Laun took it and opened it in her palm. The Private tried to not look down, but his curiosity betrayed him. Before she held it up, he glimpsed a small green crystal wrapped with a piece of silver wire looped so it could be put on a thong or chain. »Read More

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