From: lela@am.sublink.org (Laylah Martelli) Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage Subject: the day I became His slave Date: 7 Oct 92 18:32:45 GMT I am feeling *THANKFUL* today - first of all to all of you who were SO kind as to send me that wonderful feedback I received - so here I am, stealing time from work and kids to post again! - but most of all to one very special person, one who taught me so much, so this post is dedicated to her. I don't think she's reading a.s.b these days, but anyway. And another very special person, but Him I'll thank at the end as is proper... so: The 11th of August 1989 I woke up feeling very strange and excited. When I was preparing breakfast, without hurry - the schools were closed and the children and I were on holiday - I thought about the indecision of my husband Alex to get the final step and become my total Master. He was afraid that, being his slave completely, I would have lost part of my exuberance, optimism and liveliness; so, in those days, I was doing everything I could to convince him that I would have been *exactly* the slave he wanted. I carefully combed my long hair - it reached my waist in curly dark-blond waves, and I was oh SO proud of it, since adolescence - put on my husband's preferred necklace and had my breakfast with Alex and the kids. My love that morning was staring at me with a steel look so powerful and intense that I felt as a little girl - I trembled and I bent my head, not being able to look directly into his eyes. Alex joked with Lucio and Flavia, and in a few minutes the kids were in the garden... We were alone in the house. He ordered me, his voice stern and cold: "Woman, come with me in the bedroom." I followed him, with my heart beating fast, my face red for the excitement and my hands trembling. Carefully he closed the door. "Kneel there" - his voice was, if possible, harsher than before. I knelt with my knees open, my head bent in submission, my hands crossed behind my back and my hair all loosed on the tiled floor. For a long, interminable time he stood silent, dark and hard as an ancient god; then abruptly, he asked me: "Do you really want to be my slave?" I swallowed. "Yes, Master." "At what conditions?" - he continued - "Without conditions, my Lord." He quickly grabbed my hair and slapped my face so savagely that a tiny stream of blood flowed from my mouth. I tried to reach his hand to kiss it, but he ordered: "Stay still." Immediately I bent my head, tears slowly flowing from my eyes, yearning desperately for his slightest touch. "Look at my eyes, woman." I obeyed and I was shocked by the intensity of feelings that I saw reflected in them. His voice was then as a golden fire: "If I accept you as my slave, it will be totally, without limitations and forever. Understood?" I almost cried for happiness: "Yes, my beloved Master." He went on: "Honey, this is not a game, or it is a game in the same sense in which life and death are games, illusions of Maya. Is it clear?" I swallowed again. "Yes, my Lord and Master." He caressed my Hair: "Your slavery will be complete - he told me, after having kissed the swollen marks on my face - although about two important matters, namely Enlightenment and the kids, I will leave to you a certain amount of freedom action - because I WANT IT. Is it clear?" My mouth was dry. "Yes, my sweet Lord." Then my Master ordered: "Cross your wrists in front of you." I did so, and he put both his strong, tanned hands on my arms. His eyes were sweet, but his voice was hard as iron: "I take you as my total slave, now and forever. I will protect you, I will punish you, I will treasure you. Moreover I promise on my honour never to leave you alone and never to let you be free again. When it is your moment you'll die as a slave. I name you Ulla, and I will change your name when I want and as I want. Kiss my hands, slave." With a rush of joy, weeping, I kissed his hands, covering them with my tears. "May I speak, Master?" I asked then, in complete adoration of my God, Lord and Master. "No, - he told me - listen to me with attention, instead. Before marking your tender flesh with my brand I want something from you, something signifying your total submission. I know that you desire my whips and my beatings, and you will have them, aplenty, but, before that, I want another thing. It will be a very painful experience for you, but I'm not an easy master." I could not speak, but I smiled and I answered in my heart: "And I adore you exactly as you are, my Lord and Master." Alex continued: "You have time until the 11th of October to obey me, anyway for that date I want your hair cropped very short... I WANT IT, is it clear? You may speak." "Yes, Master" I was in an ocean of bliss, I continued to think: I'm his slave forever, I'm his slave forever... At last I asked him: "Lord, may I go out?" "Yes." he answered. I telephoned to my mother, and I asked her to keep the children for few hours, then, having resolved that practical problem, I began to look for a hair-dresser. Here in Italy a lot of shops are closed, in August, and I was beginning to feel desperate when I found one of them open. "I would like to have my hair cut very short, please." The hairdresser looked at my waist-length hair for a long moment, then told me: "Are you sure? You have special hair..." "I'm VERY sure, - I answered - cut them very short, please." When I reached home and my Master looked at me, I saw in his eyes that he was a little moved. His voice now was tender and sweet and he told me: "You are wonderful in this way... You obeyed me with perfection and so very soon I'll brand you, but not now.... Now I want to REALLY whip you for the first time." I told him, my heart beating fast, "My Lord, you have whipped me a lot of times..." He smiled: "My sweet slave,those were not really heavy beatings, but only preparations for this exact moment. Now you will learn what a heavy whipping IS." I undressed. Alex, looking at the bed, said: "Down, on your stomach." I did so. I was not bound. I WAS SO HAPPY THAT ANGELS IN PARADISE CANNOT BE HAPPIER THAN ME IN THAT SUPREME MOMENT. "You have NO safeword" he told me. He whipped me. A huge fire of pain and ecstasy, a hot river of happiness and love was flowing inside me. He whipped me. I cried without words, tears marking my face. He whipped me. I began to say: "Please, Master, no more beatings... please, Lord, I can't stand a thing so long... please, Master, please, please..." And he whipped me. At that point I was so outside time and space that I began to ask forgiveness and to thank him for everything he was doing to me. Sobbing I asked him: "May I kiss your hands, Lord?" "You may kiss my left hand." He answered. Now he whipped me only with his right hand, for a long, long time. When he finished I was sinking in an ocean of tenderness and relief. The long, beautiful years of freedom were no more. There was no more separation, no more was my soul split in two parts: for the first time in my life I was whole, whole and his, forever. Thank you, my Lord and Master, for that beautiful day, the first one of a long series of days of paradise... Thank you for all... -- Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your fill of love! I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy. Laylah Martelli (lela@am.sublink.org; or, wi.5292@n7kbt.rain.com)