Thursday, April 29, 2010

The door does open

A second letter to kamala.

One would expect the phrase and then a whole new world open but in reality , the green door opened upon two other doors. One od solid wood dark in colour with highly polished brass door knobs and hinges. A fine fellow of a doorman in fully regalia including white gloves. As we approached, he asked of us a question Cloak or collar. Those of us that said whip were ushered into a changing room with attendants dressed in only a tuxedo jacket with tails, Those that did answer with collar were pushed along to wooden steps into a small hall where they undressed were given a collar the number from the basket attached to the collar. They then gave their baskets to the servant at the end of the hall and were asked the colour. The colour ribbon was for the level that there were at.

On the other side we were enjoy food and drink as the slaves scurried about removing our clothes and dressing us for the evening. The uniform of the day was riding pants boots and bare chest and of course the regulation cloak with hood. Then we were ready for the poor charges that awaited us.

The light some one dimmer as we entered a great hall and there was sights to blind out intellect. Naked slaves in a line on their knees waiting to be chosen for the night and if you felt like you took two of them. One tule all slaves had to be played with as much as possible that was the only rule for Dominants.. kamala I will tell you that I was escorted by a women of thirty years to a table for food and refreshments there was a women on the table her legs spread wide with a turkey drumstick protruding from her vagina. I asked my slave why she was there. If was a punishment for eating before her master. Everyone that came to the table was to remove the turkey leg then she had to make a pig sound then you replace the leg once again in her vagina. You can imagine the sport as you could do it as often as you wanted to.

I will leave you with that thought I must run but will write again soon.

CLoud

Thursday, April 15, 2010

A letter to kamala

Light that breaks the sleep is not always seen as light but as an annoyance. IT, is the light that is seen in the darkness or is it the light that hides the singular thought and masks it with all the other thoughts and decisions of the day.

A long thought of response for kamala

Kamala has asked to hear of my early days of dark streets and hidden doors. Cloaks with hoods and naked flesh intermingling, as if to say this should be the norm. Rules set in stone by a singular person with a strong will and not lacking in evil thought nor desire. Yes, that old statement of who and whom.They were Doctors and lawyers nurses and gentry of the highest quality all with too much time merely to have sex they needed to go farther to achieve what they wanted. So, they sought out Gregorian as I did. Through invitation and meetings in coffee shops the lifestyle spoken in terms that would hide the very nature of it. Gregorian would grill prospective charges for his house. Once deemed suitable the charge would be invited for a Friday night.

The appointed time was not to be played with many a charge would stand on the corner for hours never to see Gregorian or his house. Once you arrived one of Gregorian’s trusted came out of the shadows and bade you to follow you were instructed not to ask nor question just follow.

Walking along a street you would grace in the daytime and as your eyes darted back and forth for fear of being mugged the trusted would turn quickly in to an unseen doorway if you were not watching them you would miss the move almost as if they counted their steps. Then under a dime light it did appear a large heavy metal green Door.
CLoud