Saturday, October 2, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
The Journey..
The Journey...
Ships r not build for the harbor, surely in life there is more. The journey is what brings fulfillment to a life
that is worth living for. From the heart comes the hope of the present, from memories dream from the past. From the soul comes the spirit of living, from experience lessons that last.
Look ahead to see where youu are going, look behind to see where you have been. Look inside to discover your purpose, then let your life's journey begin. Take care as you sail to your future, share kindness with people you meet. Take heart in the oceans you conquer til your journey through life is complete.
And when ur life's voyage is over, when ur sun starts to set in the sea, pass on to the next generation the joy
that the journey can be.
Ships r not build for the harbor, surely in life there is more. The journey is what brings fulfillment to a life
that is worth living for. From the heart comes the hope of the present, from memories dream from the past. From the soul comes the spirit of living, from experience lessons that last.
Look ahead to see where youu are going, look behind to see where you have been. Look inside to discover your purpose, then let your life's journey begin. Take care as you sail to your future, share kindness with people you meet. Take heart in the oceans you conquer til your journey through life is complete.
And when ur life's voyage is over, when ur sun starts to set in the sea, pass on to the next generation the joy
that the journey can be.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
True love of a submissive
Placed on her knees she waits with pride,
She know that there is no place to hide,
Emotions are true; He strictly lets nothing slide,
The rules understood; she must abide.
She bows to the floors, head down begging please,
For her Master to use her, she is such a sexual tease.
Sensual desires run through her veins with ease
Her sex you can smell in the mid summer breeze
She awaits her sweet torture; her Master will appease.
The sting of His whip, discipline she will gain
The lessons she learns, connects her with pleasure and pain.
To serve her Master, is her freedom in chains
Through hot coals she’ll walk, and would never complain
A slave would not think that is act is insane.
For her Master she lives and does as she’s told
No mountain or ocean, from Him could they hold
For the love from this slave to her Master is as pure as gold
She continues to serve Him no matter how bold
The humility she must face is the freedom in her He moulds..
.............................
She know that there is no place to hide,
Emotions are true; He strictly lets nothing slide,
The rules understood; she must abide.
She bows to the floors, head down begging please,
For her Master to use her, she is such a sexual tease.
Sensual desires run through her veins with ease
Her sex you can smell in the mid summer breeze
She awaits her sweet torture; her Master will appease.
The sting of His whip, discipline she will gain
The lessons she learns, connects her with pleasure and pain.
To serve her Master, is her freedom in chains
Through hot coals she’ll walk, and would never complain
A slave would not think that is act is insane.
For her Master she lives and does as she’s told
No mountain or ocean, from Him could they hold
For the love from this slave to her Master is as pure as gold
She continues to serve Him no matter how bold
The humility she must face is the freedom in her He moulds..
.............................
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
The Female Prisoner
The Female Prisoner
ONE
I sat on the edge of my bunk, wondering how in the hell I had gotten into this fix. My cell of 6X8 feet was barren except for the bunk and a pair of buckets in one corner. One was empty and the other full of water. I wouldn’t want to drink out of either one. The floor was covered with dirty straw and an occasional rat would stick his head out in search of some new tidbit.
I had been arrested just six days ago for possessing a bag of marijuana. Why I had kept it, I don’t know. "Justice", if you want to call it that, was swift. I was sentenced to two years in prison for my "sins". My lawyer was more interested in getting to the next bar than representing me. In Mexico, you’re guilty until proven innocent anyway. It was my mistake and I was going to pay for it.
Taken to the local prison, I was ushered into the indoctrination center where I was stripped, probed, manhandled and groped by a pair of lascivious so-called doctors. Still naked, I was marched down a hall in full view of all of the guards to a commissary, where I was given a man’s denim shirt to cover my body. All but one of the buttons was missing from the filthy piece of clothing, but I gladly put in on.
A pair of leather sandals completed my prison wardrobe. Then a matron who I would not want to meet in a dark alley at night led me to my cell. Along the way I saw almost all women in other cells, some of whom definitely looked American. As I passed, they all avoided my eyes. That is, except for the few men in their cells. They whooped and hollered as I walked by; yelling "Fresh meat for the guards! New pussy! Honey, how tight’s your asshole?" I shuddered at the crude language and wondered how much truth was in their expletives.
When we came to an empty cell, the matron swung the door open and wordlessly indicated for me to enter. When the door slammed shut behind me, it was the loudest noise I had ever heard, followed by a deathly silence. Now, as I sit here, I am beginning to become frightened. Although I have always prided myself on the ability to handle almost any adversity, this situation appeared to be hopeless.
My name is Kathy Braverman. The last name is no indication of how I felt at the moment however.
I am 29 years of age, single, and considered by most men to be extremely attractive. I have long black hair that hangs below my shoulders and eyes to match. My 36C breasts still stand erect without any support. I’ve always prided myself on my flat tummy and narrow hips and my slender legs are well muscled from frequent workouts. I had been in Mexico for 10 days, traveling the back roads and enjoying the friendly interaction with the native Mexicans. I had been arrested while traveling through San Mateo, about two hundred miles south of Mexico City. The prison that I had been taken to was another fifty miles south and situated in a dense jungle with the nearest town some fifty kilometers away. Although the prison was surrounded by high walls and heavily guarded, no one could survive for long in that jungle.
My self incrimination was interrupted when a plate of food was shoved through the bars of my cell. I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten in more than twenty-four hours. Grabbing the plate, I found it was simply beans with one corn tortilla. Live creatures were climbing around in the beans but at that point my appetite couldn’t be swayed. Brushing aside those that I saw, I hastily gulped down the mildly warm plate of beans. I was immediately thirsty from the salty meal and glanced again at the bucket in the corner full of water. Giving in to my thirst, I brushed the film from the top of the water and drank a little of the brackish fluid. When I turned around, a large rat was cleaning up what remained of my evening meal.
As darkness descended the only light in my cell disappeared. A single light shown down the hall, casting dark shadows across the bars of my cell and increasing the bravery of my roommates, the rats. I lay down on my bunk and drew the single threadbare blanket over me. Somehow, I fell asleep.
I was awakened some time later by a guard entering my cell. As he jerked the blanket from atop me, he ordered me to stand and follow him. Seeing that I had no choice, I walked behind him down the hall to a door which he opened and beckoned for me to go through. When I did, I found myself in a small courtyard, surrounded by the high walls of the prison. Already in the courtyard were five other guards and another of the women prisoners. The woman, obviously a Mexican, was quite attractive even in the dim light afforded by several torches that burned from their placement around the courtyard walls. My escort held my arm tightly as he led me over to the assembled group until I was standing a few feet in front of the other woman prisoner.
"Strip!"
The order came like a shot and I flinched at the word. In shock, I hesitated as I saw the other woman obediently begin to unbutton her shirt. A blow struck me across the shoulders, driving me forward.
"I said strip!"
In disbelief, I unbuttoned the only button of my shirt and shrugged it from my shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground at my feet. So this was the way it was going to be! A gang rape! I was no virgin at the age of 29, but six men at once were more than I was prepared for. I tried to cover my nudity with my hands as I stood shivering before the six guards and the other prisoner. The woman had also removed her shirt and I marveled at her perfectly formed body. Well developed and muscled, she was obviously quite strong and as she stood defiantly among the guards, she displayed an air of fearlessness that I wished I had at the moment.
The guard that had brought me to the courtyard stepped between us.
"This is your exercise for tonight. The two of you will fight until the other is unable to stand. The winner will be allowed to go back to their cell for the evening. The loser will spend the night with us. If we feel that you are not giving your best effort, both of you will be given thirty strokes of the whip. Do I make myself clear?"
I was too shocked to reply as I watched the woman standing in front of me nod her head slightly. The situation was so ludicrous that I failed to react when the woman suddenly stepped forward and jabbed her fist into my stomach with all of her strength. My lungs emptied in one huge gasp as I sank to my knees, my arms gripped around my middle. In what seemed like slow motion, I watched as her foot rose from the ground and kicked me under the chin, driving my head back and leaving me sprawled on the ground in semi-consciousness.
I was faintly aware of the guards yelling and cheering as I rolled over on my stomach and tried to gather my arms and legs beneath me. I felt the woman’s body fall on top of me and her arms wrapped around my neck, choking me. Her hair hung down over my head and I could feel her breath against my cheek. Amazingly, I sensed her pubic hair brushing against my buttocks as I struggled for breath. With my last bit of strength I pushed upward, throwing her off of my back, and at the same time spun around in a crouch, ready to defend myself.
Both of us were sweating in the hot night air as we circled warily, looking for an advantage. Unnoticed were the guards who were shouting obscenities at us. We were now simply two animals, engaged in a battle that neither one of us had chosen but were now determined to win. I was astonished to find myself in a state of arousal as we stared at each other, looking for a weakness.
One of the guards, unhappy with the lack of action, pushed me forward suddenly and I found myself grappling with the woman with my arms wrapped around her body. Our bodies pressed against each other as we struggled pitifully in an attempt to throw the other down. One of her hands came up and grasped one of my tits and began to squeeze and pinch my nipple until I cried out, releasing my grip on her. Again she swung her fist and connected with my chin. Suddenly everything grew quite blurry and I felt myself falling despite my efforts to remain standing. Another blow to my stomach drove the wind from my lungs for a second time and I lay on the ground, writhing in pain and gasping for air. In a second, the woman was on top of me, legs astride my body, pounding her fist into my face and body until I was barely conscious. I was only faintly aware of the guards lifting her off of me while I lay helpless on the ground.
I had lost.
How long I lay there, I do not know. I was brought around by a bucket of water thrown in my face and I raised up, sputtering. The six guards were standing in a circle around me. The woman had disappeared. When I looked up in their faces, I could see the lascivious leer on their lips and realized that the fight I had just lost was only the beginning of my torment for the night.
to be continue...chapter two
ONE
I sat on the edge of my bunk, wondering how in the hell I had gotten into this fix. My cell of 6X8 feet was barren except for the bunk and a pair of buckets in one corner. One was empty and the other full of water. I wouldn’t want to drink out of either one. The floor was covered with dirty straw and an occasional rat would stick his head out in search of some new tidbit.
I had been arrested just six days ago for possessing a bag of marijuana. Why I had kept it, I don’t know. "Justice", if you want to call it that, was swift. I was sentenced to two years in prison for my "sins". My lawyer was more interested in getting to the next bar than representing me. In Mexico, you’re guilty until proven innocent anyway. It was my mistake and I was going to pay for it.
Taken to the local prison, I was ushered into the indoctrination center where I was stripped, probed, manhandled and groped by a pair of lascivious so-called doctors. Still naked, I was marched down a hall in full view of all of the guards to a commissary, where I was given a man’s denim shirt to cover my body. All but one of the buttons was missing from the filthy piece of clothing, but I gladly put in on.
A pair of leather sandals completed my prison wardrobe. Then a matron who I would not want to meet in a dark alley at night led me to my cell. Along the way I saw almost all women in other cells, some of whom definitely looked American. As I passed, they all avoided my eyes. That is, except for the few men in their cells. They whooped and hollered as I walked by; yelling "Fresh meat for the guards! New pussy! Honey, how tight’s your asshole?" I shuddered at the crude language and wondered how much truth was in their expletives.
When we came to an empty cell, the matron swung the door open and wordlessly indicated for me to enter. When the door slammed shut behind me, it was the loudest noise I had ever heard, followed by a deathly silence. Now, as I sit here, I am beginning to become frightened. Although I have always prided myself on the ability to handle almost any adversity, this situation appeared to be hopeless.
My name is Kathy Braverman. The last name is no indication of how I felt at the moment however.
I am 29 years of age, single, and considered by most men to be extremely attractive. I have long black hair that hangs below my shoulders and eyes to match. My 36C breasts still stand erect without any support. I’ve always prided myself on my flat tummy and narrow hips and my slender legs are well muscled from frequent workouts. I had been in Mexico for 10 days, traveling the back roads and enjoying the friendly interaction with the native Mexicans. I had been arrested while traveling through San Mateo, about two hundred miles south of Mexico City. The prison that I had been taken to was another fifty miles south and situated in a dense jungle with the nearest town some fifty kilometers away. Although the prison was surrounded by high walls and heavily guarded, no one could survive for long in that jungle.
My self incrimination was interrupted when a plate of food was shoved through the bars of my cell. I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten in more than twenty-four hours. Grabbing the plate, I found it was simply beans with one corn tortilla. Live creatures were climbing around in the beans but at that point my appetite couldn’t be swayed. Brushing aside those that I saw, I hastily gulped down the mildly warm plate of beans. I was immediately thirsty from the salty meal and glanced again at the bucket in the corner full of water. Giving in to my thirst, I brushed the film from the top of the water and drank a little of the brackish fluid. When I turned around, a large rat was cleaning up what remained of my evening meal.
As darkness descended the only light in my cell disappeared. A single light shown down the hall, casting dark shadows across the bars of my cell and increasing the bravery of my roommates, the rats. I lay down on my bunk and drew the single threadbare blanket over me. Somehow, I fell asleep.
I was awakened some time later by a guard entering my cell. As he jerked the blanket from atop me, he ordered me to stand and follow him. Seeing that I had no choice, I walked behind him down the hall to a door which he opened and beckoned for me to go through. When I did, I found myself in a small courtyard, surrounded by the high walls of the prison. Already in the courtyard were five other guards and another of the women prisoners. The woman, obviously a Mexican, was quite attractive even in the dim light afforded by several torches that burned from their placement around the courtyard walls. My escort held my arm tightly as he led me over to the assembled group until I was standing a few feet in front of the other woman prisoner.
"Strip!"
The order came like a shot and I flinched at the word. In shock, I hesitated as I saw the other woman obediently begin to unbutton her shirt. A blow struck me across the shoulders, driving me forward.
"I said strip!"
In disbelief, I unbuttoned the only button of my shirt and shrugged it from my shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground at my feet. So this was the way it was going to be! A gang rape! I was no virgin at the age of 29, but six men at once were more than I was prepared for. I tried to cover my nudity with my hands as I stood shivering before the six guards and the other prisoner. The woman had also removed her shirt and I marveled at her perfectly formed body. Well developed and muscled, she was obviously quite strong and as she stood defiantly among the guards, she displayed an air of fearlessness that I wished I had at the moment.
The guard that had brought me to the courtyard stepped between us.
"This is your exercise for tonight. The two of you will fight until the other is unable to stand. The winner will be allowed to go back to their cell for the evening. The loser will spend the night with us. If we feel that you are not giving your best effort, both of you will be given thirty strokes of the whip. Do I make myself clear?"
I was too shocked to reply as I watched the woman standing in front of me nod her head slightly. The situation was so ludicrous that I failed to react when the woman suddenly stepped forward and jabbed her fist into my stomach with all of her strength. My lungs emptied in one huge gasp as I sank to my knees, my arms gripped around my middle. In what seemed like slow motion, I watched as her foot rose from the ground and kicked me under the chin, driving my head back and leaving me sprawled on the ground in semi-consciousness.
I was faintly aware of the guards yelling and cheering as I rolled over on my stomach and tried to gather my arms and legs beneath me. I felt the woman’s body fall on top of me and her arms wrapped around my neck, choking me. Her hair hung down over my head and I could feel her breath against my cheek. Amazingly, I sensed her pubic hair brushing against my buttocks as I struggled for breath. With my last bit of strength I pushed upward, throwing her off of my back, and at the same time spun around in a crouch, ready to defend myself.
Both of us were sweating in the hot night air as we circled warily, looking for an advantage. Unnoticed were the guards who were shouting obscenities at us. We were now simply two animals, engaged in a battle that neither one of us had chosen but were now determined to win. I was astonished to find myself in a state of arousal as we stared at each other, looking for a weakness.
One of the guards, unhappy with the lack of action, pushed me forward suddenly and I found myself grappling with the woman with my arms wrapped around her body. Our bodies pressed against each other as we struggled pitifully in an attempt to throw the other down. One of her hands came up and grasped one of my tits and began to squeeze and pinch my nipple until I cried out, releasing my grip on her. Again she swung her fist and connected with my chin. Suddenly everything grew quite blurry and I felt myself falling despite my efforts to remain standing. Another blow to my stomach drove the wind from my lungs for a second time and I lay on the ground, writhing in pain and gasping for air. In a second, the woman was on top of me, legs astride my body, pounding her fist into my face and body until I was barely conscious. I was only faintly aware of the guards lifting her off of me while I lay helpless on the ground.
I had lost.
How long I lay there, I do not know. I was brought around by a bucket of water thrown in my face and I raised up, sputtering. The six guards were standing in a circle around me. The woman had disappeared. When I looked up in their faces, I could see the lascivious leer on their lips and realized that the fight I had just lost was only the beginning of my torment for the night.
to be continue...chapter two
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