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TSR : Profiles : slave_nebulina
| Profile Name: | slave_nebulina | | Registration Number: | 551-205-876 |
| Owned by: | Master_Odin |
| Created on: | 22 Oct 2008 |
| Last visit: | 3 days ago |
| Location: | Western/Central |
| Country: | US (KS) |
| Sex/gender: | Female |
| Age: | 54 |
| Hair colour: | brunette |
| Eye colour: | green |
| Profile type: | submissive / property / slave |
Height: 5ft 2in; Weight: 15st 10lb; BMI: 39.9; Collar size: 19 in; Wrist size: 8 in; Ankle size: 10 in; Shoe size: UK(f) 6 - EU 40 - US(f) 8½
The Slave Register certificate for 551-205-876 records that the registrant is an owned slave; and that the registrant has been collared since 27th Apr 2008; and that the registrant's owner is declared to be Master Odin.
(Certificate as: web page, PNG image, JPG image, A4 PDF, Letter PDF; QR Code, barcode PDF, Registration Card)
The Story of nebulina:
After a difficult marriage and divorce which produced two children, i met my Master after about 12 years of all but one night's celibacy. At the time he was not available and i didn't even know that BDSM existed; much less that it was my soul's desire.
When my Master became available, i spent a long time trying to get his attention. After several months of being ignored, i became uncharacteristically bold and 'forced' the issue. He asked me out. Our first date was like nothing i had ever experienced. It was a typical vanilla burger-and-a-movie, until the lights went down in the theatre.
My Master is a very large man, and can not sit comfortably in normal theatre seating. As He put His arm around me i was enclosed by more than just His physical presence. He literally took me under His wing, and i was engulfed within His protective aura. It was a feeling i hadn't known for over a decade, and only known in brief moments before my marriage. i hadn't dreamed i would ever feel it again. i melted into His side; i imbibed deeply and became drunk with the power of His countenance.
So drunk that i didn't realize He had removed my right breast from my shirt and exposed it. Slowly, and ever so lightly, He traced His finger around my nipple. Constant, neither too hard nor too soft, soothing, sensual, as overpowering and powerful as a whisper in a crowd. i moaned and turned slightly into His touch as if in a hypnotic trance. Everything i knew and believed told me to stop Him, but i could not. He was not using me but healing me. He was not taking from me, but giving me the love and comfort that i longed for, but had yet to ask for, He just knew. As we sat in that crowded public theatre, i experienced my first nipple orgasm (as well as my first public orgasm) at His wonderfully talented finger tips. i don't know if anyone around noticed me cum, or noticed that i couldn't walk out without His assistance. It was the best first date of my life.
We dated, married and moved our children in together in a more or less vanilla life. With the joys of a blended home, ex.'s, teenage years, we didn't have much time to devote exclusively with each other. However, my Master is very observant of things he cherishes, (and i am one of those things). He watched, and noted, and slowly polished away years of neglect. He told me he saw a beautiful soul in the fine grain under all that dust, and He was determined to strip away the abuse and mistreatment and polish it to the bright shining radiance it deserved. i fought Him at first, but my Master is patient and constant and immovable as a mountain.
Slowly, the shell of who i thought i was, or aught to be, began to crumble. Rather than run away in horror at who He found under the mask, He kissed my face and thanked me for allowing Him the privilege of knowing the real me. And He watched, and noted, and loved me all the more. He knew i was a submissive, and a masochist and a slave at heart. He determined to cultivate my nature and fulfill desires i had never uttered to anyone, desires i wouldn't even let my mind dwell upon for fear. In the fullness of time my Master chose to introduce me to myself. Our vanilla relationship had added some other flavors through the years, but vanilla was soon to be removed from the menu forever.
I had been gone a week. My Master used the time to create a whipping post in our bedroom. He prepared ropes, a ball gag and a blindfold. When i got home, He took me straight away to the post, roughly and hastily removed all my clothing, blindfolded, gagged and tied me to the post on my tip toes, with my ass exposed, tits tied to the post.
And then he beat me.
Whips, canes, lashes, paddles. He beat me until I came, over and over and over again. Cunt juice ran down the post. i screamed, i cried, i fought, i surrendered, i came, i came, i came again and again. As i hung from the post, quivering, semi-conscious from the orgasms trying to catch my breath, He picked me up, untied me and threw me onto the bed. His eyes locked into mine with the intensity of a predator with his prey.
i wanted to be his prey. i wanted Him to take me without regard for me or any limits. i wanted to feel the unbridled feral passion i saw in his eyes in my flesh. i wanted him to consume me. i wanted him to mark me as His, in my flesh, in my heart, in my mind and in my soul. i screamed in terror and delight as He took me, *took* me, took *me*!
And so began the journey that leads me here. i have learned many things. i have learned that my Master is a natural Dominant. He has known of; and partaken of; the BDSM most of his life. My Master is not a Sadist. My Master does not take pleasure in inflicting pain; he takes pleasure in inflicting pleasure. (If you can't understand the difference, i am not sure i can help you.) i know who and what i am and am happy. i know the difference between sucking cock and being fucked in the face. (It is the delicious humiliation of having an orgasm while gagging on my Master's dick as He pulls two hands full of hair tight to his balls and squirts sperm down my throat.) i know the freedom of bondage; i am regularly tortured with pleasure and pleasured with pain. i know safe words don't exist in our world, nor are they needed. i know i have earned both nipples pierced and look forward to earning my pussy tattoo, labia/clit hood piercing and especially a hot iron brand on my ass. i know my Master loves me: not who i thought i was, or who others want me to be, but who i am. i know i love my Master and pleasing Him is all i care about.
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