My Essay

Two sides of the same submission

"SLAVE (GIRL)": monologue

Girl sitting on a chair with blond hair slightly built, the light falls on it, and the audience sees that her hands were tied with rope.

But in her eyes - the genuine emotions of joy and happiness.

She begins to speak in a whisper at first trustee, turning to the audience:

— He will come soon. I look forward to it.

Then her voice becomes louder and more confident.

— He has absolute power over me. I did a thing. And I love it. Yes, in our very first meeting, catching a glimpse of his eyes, I thought, here's someone I can obey. And who can subdue me. To subdue completely. Both mentally and physically. View this man was shrill and overbearing. I eagerly catching authoritativeness of his appearance, which was everywhere: in his confident gait, severe gray eyes, slow movements and a nice deep voice.

Met him at a party, exchanged greetings and dispersed to different corners. But intuitively I felt that between us, always something to happen. And he, too, I thought it felt. And it happened. Spontaneously, but it should have been.

— You'll do what I'll order you, - he said, looking at me with a stern look.

I nodded my head - I was truly ready to do what he says. I reveled in its authoritativeness and wanted to obey him completely.

In the first meeting, he just told me to slowly undress and dress again, checking the extent of my obedience. It was like the calm before the storm.

At our next meeting orders from his side became more.

As a rule, he ordered me to short and abrupt sentences: - Sit down. Stand up. Turn around. Get down on your knees. His voice was often in a businesslike and humdrum.

It depressed me, I tried to catch it even though the share of excitement - but he artfully concealed her. Or tried to drown, because in this state, he would not be able to treat me coldly.

Over time, he gradually increased the scope of their requests: for example, he could order me to go completely naked on the balcony and smiled invitingly to the first passer-by a man who looks at me. Or rope to tie me hand and foot, and he could walk away, leaving me in a state of helplessness, and unable to move. Was I scared? Yes, I will not deny it. But other than the fear was still a hitherto unknown feeling from which heart began to beat faster in my chest ...

She paused and closed her eyes wearily, as if trying to remember this feeling ...

— One day he brought a latex dress and ordered me to put it on his naked body and sit on a chair, legs spread. He could either indifferent to smoke on the balcony, or masturbate in front of me. And prayer in my view that the he touched me, too, at this point did not help. He liked to torment me. And he fucked me only when he wants it, not when I made that almost begged on his knees. Sexually, sometimes it can bite my neck strongly with increasing force, it seemed as if just about, in a fit of passion, he bite through her soft skin and will drink blood like a vampire. But I could not resist - even if she wanted to.

After he left in the air for a long time felt a fragrance smells of sperm, the male perfume of smoke and burned candles. Our relationship with him lined up on my fear of a strong mutual attraction, while respecting each other. Do I love him? It's hard to say for sure, he forbade the use that word in relation to it .... I can say that I strongly wish it, I wish to obey him, I want to be forever a toy in his strong hands, and sometimes cruel.

The girl sighs and begins to gently stroke the rope that bound her hands.

— When he called, I had to put aside all their affairs, and to do what he would order me. For example, to go to the ladies room, take a picture of his bare chest on the phone and immediately send him MMS. I did not dare to disobey him even at a distance, even if has been busy at work. It was only my problem, not the Master. "You - my thing" - he said. - Your desires - nothing compared to mine. "Often he ordered me to come to his meeting with no underwear. If I dare to forget about it - he took out a whip-semihvostku and as a punishment for disobedience much I otshlepyval. But it was rare - I'm usually performed without complaint - everything, even the most seemingly derogatory request. Somehow, I forgot that we initially agreed on the word "Stop" to stop the game ...

Meanwhile, the scene there is a man dressed all in black and silently kills girl in his chair.

The girl manages to turn his head to the audience and to complete his monologue with calm, contented voice; Although I simply did not want to say a word at all.

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SLAVE(MAN): monologue

On stage, proudly stands imposing woman - brunette, tall, in latex dress. Next to her, huddled in her lap, sits a man. It wore a collar that holds the woman. In her right hand she holds a whip. Look man turned to the auditorium.

He begins to speak, slowly and carefully, as if weighing every phrase, looking anxiously at the bottom of a woman. A woman stands in silence and stares off into the distance, sometimes severely glancing at his slave.

— I have always adored women. Their article. Their body. Their view. Their breasts ... Their feet. - He timidly hugging foot woman - she pulls them up and hits his whip.

He whispers, "I'm sorry, Mrs. 'and lowers his head apologetically. Then he takes the pleased look on the audience:

— It is divine. I feel heavenly pleasure from any action, if it is made of any part of her body. To recieve a beating from her hands, to be its servant, her subordinates, to play the role of a doormat, to serve her in the morning to prepare her breakfast and before going to bed to kiss her feet - is not without parallel. I met her at work. I was her slave for several years and secretly wanted to obey it, not only in business. I dreamed of. But I was afraid. And once everything turned out the way I wanted to. And, as it turned out, she also wanted. True, it had to be pretty to drink Johnnie Walker. Then I let her tie herself, and then ... I put on stockings and turn into a woman - with the help of the things that is so necessary to those who do not have enough members.

He rolls his eyes dreamily.

— Yes, strap is a unique thing ... This is something that every woman should try to ever find themselves in the guise of men. It is in these moments of trembling more than makes up permanent disadvantage that women between the legs is not exactly what nature has given to all men easily. He tightly embraces women's thighs, and when it is run by a woman, it means more than the usual sex with a traditional subordination of man. A man in such times is completely defenseless and subject to a woman - his mistress.

He paused, remembering ...

— I remember the strong feeling of helplessness that did not leave me for a while after her departure, after she took me ... Sense of modesty intertwined with the knowledge that what I could afford to make such a ... But I got a taste. Next our meetings became more frequent, I began to serve her, to be domestic servant, and allowed to humiliate himself beat me to put on the collar and in this way to go with it if I were her pet. I had this strange, but I felt that I had never, from which there was such a strong driving ... And I realized that the main thing - a muted emotions of shame and allow yourself to be so who really want to be.

— Get up, slave! (The woman spoke suddenly and loudly and pulled him by the collar.)

The man got up from his knees.

The woman gave him a scornful look. The man looks in awe at her and says, referring to the audience:

— It is often said that despises me. What I'm nothing. What I thing worse than a doormat. That her dog is more useful than me. And the more I hear those words from her, the more convinced that she really loves me.

Woman pulls him roughly by the collar and leads a man behind them.