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The Slave Mistress Chapter 11

September 18, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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Moving was pain, but it was an all over, constant pain that Laun understood and could push through. The medics had exclaimed that the ocean salt water had cleaned her wounds as well as they would have with their stinky tinctures, consulting among them about how to get a bath of salt water for her use. New bandages were put on, almost a full underlayer of gauze beneath the leather and metal undergarment Laun put on beneath her almost military tunic and riding leathers.

She was not going to stay in the room or on the deck that day. She had energy and a need to see the compound, and find Liam. There was one of the Commander’s aides waiting in the corridor for Listas that she looked at and smiled at and he could not step away. Laun thought carefully and both signed and said, “Please escort me?”

He came to attention and motioned down the corridor, leading her by letting her lead. Hazalam stepped to her back as Gem took charge of the children again, a glance and a smile to the assassin before the small group left the barracks.

There was a small walk to the mess hall, some of the soldiers saluting the higher ranked man at Laun’s side, some recognizing her and saluting Laun. Today was not to be a sloppy day. When the salute was to her, Laun made as sharp of a salute back as she could, nodding to the men who saluted the Lieutenant at her side. Laun asked a few questions of the man, needing answers to simple things, such as where the medical teams were treating Liam. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 10

September 16, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The linen beneath her moved with her, stuck to the outside of the tunic as her wounds were stuck on the inside. The bruises along her ribs were painful to breathe through, the general ache through her body keeping her from forcing herself back into sleep, again.

The small window in the room looking onto the ocean showed that there was a clear sun rising that morning. A shifting shadow from the guard outside let Laun know that it had been a calm night for the watchers, even as she had been riding her deamons through her dreams.

Laun shifted and peeled herself from the bedding. She was surprised that she hadn’t been disturbed several times in the night by the medics on staff in the compound. She would need to get her wounds treated and bandaged again. But first, there was trying to wake enough to find the privy.

The door into her room opened outward to the morning on the deck, the guard stepping forward around it to see who was there. “Ma’am?”

“Is there a latrine in the building or do I have to go somewhere else?”

He relaxed a little from his attention stance and motioned into the building. “Ma’am, if I may-” She proceeded him into the corridor and to the privy at one end of the building. He stepped in, chasing out two men before coming out and motioning her in.

It was not fancy, but it had individual benches with some privacy with half-height walls between. Laun was able to sit and do her business, but her legs refused to work properly for a moment when she tried to get back up. She had to pull with the wall to steady herself. She washed her hands in one of the basins, drawing across her face with her wet hands. She looked in the mirror, cringing at the tired, older face that looked back at her.

Laun led the way back to the room, thanking the men who had been chased out and were still waiting in the corridor. Laun felt the need for some normalcy and stepped out into the growing morning sunlight to do some morning exercise.

The guards watched as Laun did gentle motions at first, warming up her aching and stiff muscles. She was trying to find the line between movement and utter pain. It was surprisingly high, except for the tunic ripping from her wounds a few times. The most painful part of her body were her nipples, the movement pulling the gold rings through the crusty scab and making her stop moving for a moment as she held her breasts.

Laun stopped halfway through the second go-through of one of the open hand katas. She felt her body was warm, but also very sore. And the wounds catching on her tunic was annoying her, beyond the pains and wetness she had from them. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 9

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

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The dock had been cleared. Workmen and fishmongers and sailors were escorted from the area that the ‘Midnight Hour’ had been tied to. A line of the local guard had to keep the populace back, the crowd getting noisy. Frightened horses were calmed and brought off the schooner by the shifting gangplank, not the hoist that had brought them aboard. The medics swarmed onto the ship and two patients were taken off, seemingly under guard, one walking, one not.

Officers gathered around the limping woman being supported by a dark green dressed servant. The prisoners were taken from the ship, Laun saluting the Major at the head of the squads as the official exchange happened with several medics trying to fuss over Laun’s wounds. She had a few words with the Major and he stepped away, an eye on the Rosemond soldiers that was cold and hard.

The ship was put under guard, the crew and wounded taken to the military compound on the shore of the Southern Ocean. Liam was in the care of some of the best medics in the Midlands army, but no one really was hopeful. Gut wounds were nasty, and Laun put a hand on his forehead as they parted, his fever making him delirious and not knowing who she was.

The Commander of the garrison met them in the yard of the military compound by the non-commissioned officer’s quarters. He was trailed by several high ranked men, one of which a naval Captain. The Commander saluted Laun and was pleased that she saluted back, not waived or giggled as many women did. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 8

September 8, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories, Uncategorized / No Comments

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She was certain that Gem was pacing the deck as Liam was Playing with her. Laun was strapped into the frame again, facing the sloping wall, and with a line of fine needles down her back.

Laun could feel where he had hit her, full force with a fist on her hip. She had giggled at one of his blows and she had paid for it. He kept slapping her on the hip, her back tightening and her butt wiggling, much to his delight.

He was in process of tying thread to the needles and looping it over a hook in the ceiling. He had said that it looked beautiful, as if she had sprouted wings. Laun just felt the tug and sting and did not know what it looked like, but took his word for it.

A trickle of blood had finally reached the underside of her asscheek, the cooling and drying trail disturbingly annoying to Laun. Liam finished with his last tie and stepped back. He saw the blood trail and went to one knee to lick it off her pale skin. He was warm against her. It felt good and Laun was able to feel the heat come up in her again for that session. He had almost ignored her crotch, ignored her ass, except for the caning he had put her through.

He stood and moved away. She hung as still as possible in the frame but could not tell where Liam was or what he was doing. There was a small draft on her and she felt a change in the room. »Read More

Fact Sheet: Boundaries, Frontiers, and Event Horizons

September 6, 2020 / Miss R posted in FAQ / No Comments

FAQ - Fact Sheet: Boundaries, Frontiers, and Event Horizons

In BdSm, there are things people will do. And then there are things they will not do. Add onto that things they have not done, but are willing to explore, and those things that only will happen when the right combination of circumstances happens and the person will gleefully participate.

Most people think the Dominant decides and controls everything in a scene, or even a relationship. That is a false impression from the media we have had in our culture for decades. There is communication, and decisions from everyone involved. To help the flow of the actions, the negotiations beforehand, and during for some of those brats out there, have to touch on what the participants will, and will not do. This includes what they will not do, until specific things are met, and can seem like consensual non-consent play.

Most people know about Boundaries. These are the up to this point, things are sexyfuntime. Past that point is safe word NO. It can be seemingly little things like wearing a certain shade of lipstick up to big things like anal play. These definitions of no-go should be known before going into a session, and, like most things, should be able to be revisited during play if a previously unknown Boundary comes out. Many Doms like to push boundaries, but will loose the trust of a sub if they push enough to shatter that Boundary, cutting off any further real play with them, and entering abuse.

Frontiers are those things that people wish to explore. They have not had the opportunity to experience something, and want to do so. Everyone has things they have not had the chance to do, and giving them an opportunity to do so can be fulfilling for all parties concerned. Do not put down the admission that a sub, or a Dom, would like to do something new to them. It is not up to you to judge what turns someone else on, within the reasonable limits of Ethical Kink. If someone wants to be smeared with baked beans while being flogged, it may be a new experience for both of you that could end in giggles, or a really good, out of your mind experience. Helping others to explore who they are in BdSm is a wonderful thing, and you get to explore what you like at the same time.

Event Horizons are, just like in the scientific definition, an occurrence that only happens when a Boundary has been met, circumstances have altered, and events that make the Boundary go down happen. Many forms of this happen in everyday life, such as trying to make a certain recipe, not being able to do so and learning a vital technique that makes it possible to continue with that recipe. In Kink, a sub may have a firm Boundary against something like wax play, but bring it in after gentle sensation play or as an addition after a canning, and it might be exciting. Sometimes, we don’t even know what that Event Horizon is until it is happening, so check in with each other, often, while playing.

Every person is different, which means, if you know that something works for one person you have been with, do not assume that it is the same with the next person. You do not want to break your playmates… Unless you are doing an interrogation, but that is a completely different Fact Sheet.

It is all about the negotiations. Be timid, bot not afraid, to set your Boundaries, You may find that they change over time, and that is perfectly acceptable.

And, I have hit my writing Boundary for now. Go find what limits you have on yourself, and have fun doing it.

Miss R

The Slave Mistress Chapter 7

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

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Gem had woken around mid-day, the babies and her Mistress gone. She found the privy and used it and then went to the deck to try to find her Mistress and take charge of the children. The children were there, but her Mistress had not been.

A few raised words had come from Gem, but the sailor who had charge of the babies would not say where their mother was. Sable had reacted badly to Gem yelling and had started to cry. Ash took up the sound and Gem and the sailor both had a baby in their arms to comfort and quiet.

He had been competent. They had been fed and cleaned, cloths around them but not the little tunics that had been brought. Sable liked the sailor and would make her sharp cry if he went more than a pace away, Gem smiling at the sigh the man had.

Some food was brought to Gem by the sailor she had talked to before, a mug of hot tea and some sliced bread with a sweet jam already spread on it. She smiled and thanked the man, catching that his name was Tom. She took a sip and then looked at the mug and bread.

She had not tasted the aftertaste of the drug until the sip of tea. It was subtle, but it was there. The sailor with the babies avoided her eye. Tom stepped away and into the shade of the lower decks. They all knew that she and her Mistress had been drugged. She put the offered food on the deck and stared at the man Sable had latched onto. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 6

August 25, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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There was a slight breeze trying to tickle Launs nose through the open porthole early in the morning. Her bladder was more successful in bringing her awake and Laun could not ignore it when Gem moved and her knee came up and into Laun’s groin. The blonde was asleep and did not mean to, but it was what made Laun roll from bed.

She had been shown the privy the day before. They called it the Head, for no known reason. There was a long tunic near the top of one of the cases that Laun pulled on and the gummy slippers to make her way to where she could relieve herself.

She almost expected the door to the cabin to be locked. It was not. Laun made her way through the narrow ways below deck to the privy and used it, her body seemingly with a never ending stream of urine for a count of almost twenty.

Done with that morning ritual, Laun made it to the upper deck and took in the misty light coming to the moving schooner. The trees on either side of the river seemed very far away and the mist covered them sometimes making Laun think they had traveled to a lake or perhaps the ocean while they were asleep. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 5

August 22, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The sun was about to set in the West, the clouds mostly cleared in that part of the sky and the colors painted on the clouds left above were bright. The schooner was anchored at a place the men knew well, a small cove created by a stream meeting up with the main river. It was not exactly hidden from the flow, but it was hard to get to if you did not know where to go exactly. The wind did not care and brought a coolness to the lingering afternoon heat through the trees that drooped across the cove entrance, a scent of green things and the water on it.

The deck was set for dinner, a table and two chairs and a sideboard that was ready for the food the cook below had prepared. Liam had asked for Laun to dress formally for dinner and she was glad she had packed the red and black dress, just in case. It was her best dress, other than the heavy red velvet thing hanging on her arming tree back at Salam-Dir. She had one blade on her, a small thing hanging off her belt to balance a small pouch, and that was it. She did not feel as though weapons in this circumstance were a good idea. Even if she felt more naked without her harnesses and straps than if she was completely naked except for weapons in front of the men on the ship.

Liam took Laun’s hand and kissed it lightly, a raised eyebrow at her lack of crown and jewelry. Laun thought he was just amused at her choice of clothing, but smiled and let him lead her to one of the chairs.

“I have been told that we have fresh fish and mussels from the river for dinner tonight.” Liam sat and one of the sailors poured from a wide and flat bottomed decanter into similar glasses.

Laun took her glass and appreciated the thought behind the delicate things that were designed not to tip from the slightly swaying table. “I am looking forward to it, Liam, though I have to admit that my pregnancy turned me from fish for most of it.” »Read More

I found a GIF editor I like… The world will never be the same.

August 19, 2020 / Miss R posted in Pictorials / No Comments

heh This would be around Book 3 of the Chronicles of the Midlands: The Slave Princess.

Woman in silver dress sitting on wooden chair with sword in hands, the words Kneel For The Good Of The Kingdom overlaid.

... You are in a better position down there...

Adventures in Marketing

August 19, 2020 / Miss R posted in Article, Uncategorized / No Comments

Oh, The Horrors!

O.k. I have gotten that out. Mostly.

Here I am, a writer, a chef, a racecar driver, a Dom, and the pandemic has taken most of my creative interpersonal time away. I can cook, but I cannot be with the person I cook for, enjoying them savouring what I provided. I write and post, but I cannot go to my favorite Saturday writing spot to have copious amounts of coffee and conversation between typing random words. Racing? It seems like it would be safe, except, the paddock has people wandering all over, the Grid has the workers and drivers in a confined space, and what if there was need of an emergency vehicle?

And then there is being a Dominant. Yes, lots of that is mental and emotional, but without the physical contact, much of it lays flat.

SO, what do I do? I start yet another page on another website.

>insert forehead slap gif here<

You might have noticed, if you follow me on Twitter, Gays.com or other places, that I now have an OnlyFans page. Yup. This squishy, old, ffffff pale person now has started to put pictures up on another website. And, gasp, have people paying her for it! But, I made a mistake. I pushed to have a subscription form too early. I now know that once a subscription is in effect, people do not see the 'free' content.

>insert I Haz A Sad gif<

So, I have to actually market myself. I... Just don't know how to do that. I have a presence on many platforms, some vanilla, some not, but how to entice people to look at boobie pics?

>insert Dog Head Tilt gif<

I have years of pictures, and now have started to take more. Past the modesty aspects(Me?) and to the technical aspects, Marketing is... invasive at best. I am not a Fortune 500 company that has people placing branded items in movies or billboards on Times Square. I am not a person who likes getting 3 marketing emails ads a day from companies(looking at you, Overstock), so why would I send out that which annoys me? I am not always UP and DOMLY and dressed in SKIMPY things, so I really cannot be ON whenever someone messages me if they seemed intrigued with something I posted.

I am happy to have a small following right now. To make it so that I do not drain my base there, I need more people to look at and then find worthy of their finances to subscribe or tip. As a moderate FinDom, I have a few people who have pledged to me or sent me tribute in the past, but I know everyone is having a TIME right now, and I don't need the income from the OnlyFans page, but I do want to reach more people so I can entice and titilate with my offerings.

>insert I See What You Did There gif<

So, I am posting on the various social networking sites I use, and have had some success. I try to follow other peoples' modesty guidelines, for I have little for myself, and hope that what I do post gets them to at least check it out. Hey, you came here and read this, didn't you? And if you did, please give me a mention on the site you linked from.

Thank you for your time.

Miss R

Web Mistress of the Leathermines

>insert Bow Before Me gif<

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