What Our Slaves Say
Transformations
From slave brook
My experience at La Domaine...
7.9.2005 - I first met Master R one evening when he came down to Connecticut to visit the BDSM group I was involved with at the time. As Master R told of his beginnings in the BDSM lifestyle, the Chateau system and how La Domaine came to be, I was sure that if I was to know what true SM was, it would be at the hands of this accomplished Master. But was I ready for the commitment? Not just yet...
I spent almost 3 months after our first encounter continuing to have one bad experience after another in BDSM. After one particularly bad evening of play, my dear friend Miss Laura had a good talk with me and that helped me finally understand just how much I lost touch with what this lifestyle is all about. It was apparent that I was in need of some serious change and that is when I decided it was time to contact Master R.
10.8.2005 - On my first weekend at La Domaine with Master R, I left behind all presumptions and came with an open mind. I gained a new understanding of commitment and devotion. I left with the feeling I had found a home, gained a family and found the Master that I longed for.
There are levels much deeper than the candy coated images we view on the Internet, see in clubs or read in BDSM fiction. For those that are content in the shallow waters, La Domaine is not for them.
La Domaine is a place of true honesty. There is nothing fake about La Domaine. I've seen casual conversation cause people to come to face their personal demons. I've seen peoples emotional walls break down. If you come to La Domaine, be prepared to have your soul exposed.
Today, I have a deeper understanding and confidence in who I am as a person as well as a real understanding of devotion and servitude. Though I have so very much to learn, I eagerly look forward to many more years of experiences at La Domaine and I am truly grateful to have come to be the proud and humble Esemar slave I am today.
Thank you, Master R.
REBIRTH
From slave ruffles
Who was i? Broken, scarred, alone and untrusting, full of self-pity, sexually paralyzed, stifled by fear. i loathed all that i was and all i would become. i saw no peace, only in death, merely going through the motions of what i thought a life should be. i could not receive feelings nor give them. i was only 24, but my existence was fruitless and void of all passion.
It was my last year of law school and my life seemed perfect on paper, played out like an after school special. The laundry list goes a little like this. i came from a broken home, started smoking at 7, drinking at 9, drugs at 12, rehab and near incarceration at 15, along with losing my virginity to rape by two boys that same year. i dated one of the rapists for the next three years, embarking on a whirlwind romance of emotional and physical beatings with some of the worst sex imaginable. Once off to college i took up a string of drunken one-night stands for fear of anyone ever getting close to me. After three years of that i decided if that was what sex and sexuality had to offer, i was not interested. So law school began and i took a hiatus from all things carnal. After a year and a half of sobriety, grand delusions of suicide, and shedding tons of emotional baggage in therapy, i realized i needed sex in my life again. The problem was i had never even kissed another person sober and all i recalled of sex was a bore.
i always knew my desires were unconventional, but i
never dreamed that others would be so turned off by
them. i failed to understand why men would not
asphyxiate me as i climaxed or how anyone could resist
the lure of orgies, torture and blood. It felt so
natural to crave those things even as a toddler.
Perhaps it was the drunken crowd i had surrounded
myself with, so i tapped the brains of the
intellectual and came up with nil. i scoured the
internet finding that i had no desire to enter SM as a
client nor did i want the offerings i came across in
the kinky personals. i could not say for sure what i
was after, only that i would know it when i found it.
i found it at 5am in late March 2005 when i stumbled
across La Domaine’s site. Although i read but a
paragraph, i knew in my heart that this was the place
and philosophy for me. i could sense that my needs
for variety and openness would be met, that i would
have the opportunity to build deep, long-lasting
relationships and that sex was not defined by gender.
i was so naïve, but i swallowed my fear and wrote
Master an email not unlike the first half of this
missive. My heart leapt when He responded and
welcomed me to a visit. After driving through two
blizzards in two weeks, Master became the first man i
would ever trust, but to my surprise, not the last.
Master and La Domaine have given me the support and
tools to change my life into what i have always wanted
it to be. The ugliness that smothered me is a mere
residue now. i can see the beauty in sex, in myself
and in those around me for the first time and that is
truly liberating. i have never known such freedom;
freedom from accepting my past instead of running from
it; freedom in welcoming the future rather than
cowering from it. i cannot put into words all that
these amazing people have given to me. All i can do
is say thank You and give all that i have in return.
Releasing the Dom - A journey from slave to Master
From Master-in-Training Alacrity
It is easy being a sub. You do what you're told, follow instructions, try to please your Dominants and try not to make any mistakes. With pain comes pleasure, discipline yields approval, mastery of yourself brings fulfillment and satisfaction. All this creates a satisfying and stable relationship between the Master and the slave. But I wanted more.
I met Master and Madame approximately six years ago at a restaurant that held monthly BDSM meetings for a group in Massachusetts. I was intrigued yet nervous when approaching them, there was an aura of control and power that they both exhibited. They offered an invitation to come to La Domaine for a session. It was not like any of the trips that I had made to S&M houses in the city. There was far greater involvement including training of being a good slave and reacting to the needs and desires of Master and Madame. After just a few sessions I was asked to enroll in the acolyte-training program. Eagerly I agreed and thus began a more serious and intensive teaching of what is expected and required of a suitably trained slave. As I learned, I grew. I saw the effort that they put into my training to become more than I was. I was given the opportunity to see the other side and appreciate what it takes to become a Domme.
Master showed me some of his rope bondage techniques and how to handle a whip. He had me practice on other slaves and I enjoyed being on the other side, so to speak. The M.I.T. (Master-in-training) program was offered to me in which I would still be slave but I would be allowed to domme other slaves in the household. One of my concerns is that although I love to master, I too easily revert to slave mode when in the presence of a powerful Domme, even when I don't intend to. I assume my early upbringing has a lot to do with it, being a people pleaser. This is something that I want to work on. It's an on-going process to not only be a Master of slaves, but to be a Master among Masters. I am still learning, but with the help of Master R, I know that I will be able to achieve that status both in his eyes and in mine. The Journey continues.
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