Fate

Thu, 08 Mar 2007 15:29:55 GMT

I understand that my views on life aren't the norm .... some might even say I'm a freak, but they're my thoughts and I'm entitled to them.

Men are born to be dominant and girls are born to be submissive.

I believe this to be fact and anything to the contrary isn't natural. Of course there are powerful girls in the world, but they're the exception rather than the rule. When a man allows a girl to control him, he's thought of as less then a man; he's pussy whipped. Other men make fun of him and girls use him. On the other hand, when a girl is submissive, we see that as natural and even attractive.

Girls are born to be used by men. When they don't please their man, they deserve to be punished, just as they deserve to be rewarded when they make the man happy. A girl can let the man know how she feels about something, but he should make the final decision. Sons should learn this from their dads and daughters should be made to understand their roles through observation and training from their moms. Is it really any different then teaching a child to speak or walk? I think not.

People who've never experienced the Dominant/submissive lifestyle might argue that I'm wrong, but until you've actually lived in your natural role, you haven't truly experienced the joys of your gender. Just my thoughts ......

Just trying to help ....

Fri, 02 Feb 2007 23:30:22 GMT

I was driving through a bad part of Cleveland on my way home from a meeting; just listening to some random CD without a lot on my mind. I had just come to a stop at a red light on Central and E 79th when I saw her. There were about 10 people standing on the corner waiting for the bus, at least that's what I assumed they were doing. All of them were black men (shouldn't be surprising if you know the area) and then there was this small blond girl standing there. She couldn't have looked any more out of place. She was maybe 24, 5'3", 105 pounds, bright blue eyes, with dirty blond hair that hung just past her shoulders. She didn't really look like a whore or a crackhead and she could have been in trouble, so I decided to pull over and see if she needed a ride. She hopped in without hesitation and told me her name was Lisa.
Lisa explained that she was fairly new in town and had been out trying to find a job. She didn't know anyone and had been going into random businesses applying anywhere she could. We made small talk for a while as I drove to a better part of town. I told her that I'd help her find a job if she wanted and she eagerly accepted my offer. First I took her to Tommy's Restaurant and had her fill out an application. Tommy's a friend of mine, so while we had something to eat, he called to check her references. The first person he called said they had never heard of her, so needless to say he told me that he couldn't hire her. As we walked back out to my car, she apologized profusely saying it must have been a mistake. I told her that she'd embarrassed me in front of a friend and that wasn't cool, especially since I was trying to help her. After that, it was pretty much silent until we pulled into my driveway.
I led her inside my house and locked the door behind us. We walked into the living room, where I took her jacket and told her to sit down. I sat on the couch next to her and asked why she had lied. When she apologized again, I backhanded her hard across the face. I'm sure it would've knocked her off the couch, but I'd thought to grab a hand full of her hair before I slapped her. Before she could respond, I brought my hand back down; slapping her other cheek with equal force. There was a little trickle of blood at the corner of her lip.
I know what you're thinking ... a man should never hit a girl and what if it really was a mistake and what if she called the police and .... to be honest with you, none of those things were going through my mind at the time. I guess that's what makes me different then most people. What was going through my mind was that she had embarrassed me and that she deserved to be punished for it. That's exactly what I told her as I lifted her off the couch by her hair.
I told her to take off her black slacks or I'd hurt her really, really bad. I'm sure she thought I was going to rape her at that point and I can understand why that might be going through her mind, but she didn't deserve sex just yet. She took off the pants and I assisted her by ripping off her black bikini panties. I dragged her around the couch and bent her over the back of it. I told the lying cunt that she was about to get the whipping of her life and that if she moved or tried to fight back, it would just last longer and be harder. My belt came off and I started whipping her round up-turned ass as hard as I could. I didn't hold anything back. I whipped her ass until it was a mass of welts set against an angry red background. When I was done, I dropped the belt and sat back down on the couch. She quickly picked up her pants and started to put them back on, but I told her to leave them off. I wanted her to continue feeling uncomfortable.
I just looked at her .... her head was down and tears were still streaming down her cheeks. She was having a difficult time catching her breath, but I wasn't too concerned about that. After several minutes without saying a thing, she admitted that she deserved the punishment she got. She told me that she hadn't been spanked since she was a very young child and that she was out of control. She begged me to help her get her life back in order. I realized then that if I was going to get her a job, she'd be working for me, because I wasn't about to further jeopardize my reputation. I asked her what she thought about that and she said that she'd do whatever I needed her to. She really really needed a job. I was pretty sure that after the beating I'd just given her I didn't have to say this, but I told her that I was extremely strict and wasn't going to take any of her shit. She just nodded. I told her that she was going to work the streets for me and again, she just nodded.
I asked Lisa if she'd ever turned tricks before and she said no, but she was willing to do what I told her to. I put her down on her knees and unzipped my pants. Without my asking her to, she pulled out my fat 7" cock and kissed the tip of it. I told her to suck it. Lisa wrapped her lips around my shaft and started to bob her head up and down. She was taking about half of my cock in her mouth each time she moved her head down. I let her do her thing for a couple of minutes and then I felt her teeth scrape my cock. I made a fist and punched her hard on the side of the head. I told her to squeeze my balls as she continued sucking my cock. I felt her teeth again and I punched her hard on the side of the head. During our first time together, I had to punch her two more times, but I never again felt her teeth on my cock. She continued sucking my dick and milking my balls until I came. She swallowed every drop as I instructed her to.
I let Lisa get dressed and we left to go to the store. I bought her several new outfits that I thought were sexy, some makeup, and several bottles of mouthwash. While we shopped, we talked about what I expected of her. I told her how much I expected her to make for me and what hours she'd be working. I told her what she could and couldn't do for the customer. I told her to make sure she listened and to ask questions if she didn't understand, because I wasn't going to tolerate anymore bullshit from her. We went back to my place and she carried all the bags inside. Watching her try on all of those outfits had gotten me horny so I grabbed her by the hair and held her so she was looking straight into my eyes. I spit in her face and asked who she belonged to. She said she was mine. I used her that night.
Lisa was with me for the next 7 months. Every morning when I woke, I would mount her and fuck her tight little asshole very very hard. It was our routine and Lisa's ass got pounded whether she was in the mood for it or not. After I emptied my load into her asshole, Lisa knew that she should lick and suck my cock clean. Six nights a week, we would go to work. She would work the streets while I watched from my car. She would go with any man who stopped for her. Lisa didn't have the right to say no. If they wanted a blow job it was $25 and if they wanted to fuck it was $50. I decided when Lisa was done for the night and when she could take a break. After each man, she would give me the money and she would get back to work. At the end of the night, I'd pay her. There were times when she complained about her jaw being sore or her pussy being raw, but usually the suggestion of a beating was enough to put those thoughts out of her head.
Although Lisa did learn discipline while she was with me, she was far from perfect. I would carry several metal clothes hangers with me and when she was bad, her pussy would get a beating. This probably happened once or twice a week.
After the 7 months, Lisa had saved several thousand dollars and asked if I would consider letting her try to find a different type of job. She had made me quite a bit of money and had satisfied me sexually, so who was I to stand in her way. She thanked me for making her a better person than she had been when I found her. I told her that she was welcome and that we'd both made out well. It's been a while since I've seen her, but I guess it's a good thing that I haven't seen her out working the streets.

jaggededge2007

Fate

Just trying to help ....