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Well, I'm counting down, now -- I'll be a (basically) free man sometime between January 1st and July 23rd of the coming year (2013), and I'm still hoping to find someone to get to know before then. I'm 6; tall and currently a bit heavy -- 238 -- but that's because I've been limited on exercise for the past two years, confined to a wheelchair. I'm up now, though, and working hard to walk myself back into fitness! I'm 57 with moderately long silver-grey hair, brown eyes, a gruff voice and a deep-seated need to cherish someone -- but I'm no saint, ladies. I'm romantic and loving, but I am also a mild erotic sadist and a genuine Dominant Alpha. I'm a novelist, and two of my books are being published about the time this gets posted. I'm also having my wonderful assistant post one of my shorter works here, and I hope you enjoy it. I am seeking a woman who wants to be cherished as well as claimed by a man who will do his best to keep her both intrigued and excited. I'm looking for someone attractive, and I tend to prefer a smaller woman, but that is not necessarily carved in stone. As for age, hair color, or any other qualifiers -- I'm looking for a the woman inside, not the outside. Those things are all negotiable. (Okay -- no one under 28, unless you're special!) I want a woman who knows how to laugh and smile, who enjoys being playful, but can be serious when required. She should be interested in my work (novels, movies, TV and more) and enjoy travel. My kids are grown, but I am not averse to a woman with children. To me, there's no better fun than with kids along. And most important, I want commitment. I plan to spoil my girl to some degree, and see that she enjoys the . And while money can't buy happiness, it sure can make it easier to hold onto. Any takers? Message me. I would love to get to know you.

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8/6/2012 12:40:11 PM

Dear friends:
The following adult novelette will be presented in chapters, a new one each week (if all goes well and the mail doesn't get lost). I hope you enjoy it, as we follow Sabrina through her discovery of herself, and her nature. If you like this, please let us know, and please recommend it to others who might enjoy it.

This story, incidentally, is being presented here for free, but an expanded version will be published later. If you'd like to join my fan club and get that version (and all my upcoming books) for free as well, just check out my website. Message my Assistant, here, for the link.

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Welcome to ShadowLand

Copyright © 2012 WHV Partnership

 

Chapter One

Sabrina had just sat down at her computer when it went “ding!” and displayed a SalesChat box; a potential guest, named Sherry, was asking to chat live with the Lodge's Reservation Specialist – which was the job Sabrina was filling at that moment. She typed briefly, and the box displayed:

Sabrina: Hello. This is Sabrina. How can I help you?

The bot automatically displayed a photo of Sabrina when she began typing, since she was logged in. It showed a smiling, petite blonde, with short hair and blue eyes. She was dressed in a short silken tunic, such as might have been worn by a slave in Roman times. That wasn't how she was dressed at the moment, though; she was wearing tiny shorts and a tee-shirt.

A moment later, Sherry typed a response.

Sherry: Hello. Is this a real person?

Sabrina: Yes, I am, and I'd love to help you in any way I can. Are you thinking of coming to stay with us? We have some exciting events scheduled in the next few weeks. Would you like me to tell you about them?

There was a short pause, and then Sherry began typing again.

Sherry: Maybe in a few minutes. First I want to know if all the stuff on your website is really true.

Sabrina: Well, Sherry, it is unless someone's hacked it, but I'm on it right now and it looks okay. I take it you're new to ShadowLand Lodge?

Sherry: I'm so new I'm not even sure I believe it exists. I was Googling some stuff I read about and saw your ad come up and was just curious so I clicked on it, and oh brother!

Sabrina let out a sigh... another one of those!

Sabrina: Okay. Well, as the website says, ShadowLand Lodge caters to people who live, or are exploring, various aspects of BDSM lifestyles, such as Dominant/submissive, Consensual Enslavement or others. We're also popular with people who enjoy sadism, masochism, bondage and other kinks, and we're a very popular vacation spot for people who are just curious about things like domestic discipline, polyamory and more. Does any of that arouse your interest?

For a long moment, there was no response, and Sabrina almost asked if Sherry were still there – but she was, of course, or the SalesChat bot would have told her that the customer had logged off. She waited a few seconds more, and sure enough, the bot said Sherry was typing.

Sherry: See, I've been reading some books about some things like that, and it all sounds so unbelievable, but I Googled and found lots of stuff, sort of like what I was reading and I saw the ad for your site and clicked on it just out of curiosity and

The typing stopped, and Sabrina waited a moment, but when no more was forthcoming, she typed:

Sabrina: The things you've been reading excite you?

Another moment passed, then:

Sherry: Yes.

Sabrina: And you want to experience them?

A shorter hesitation:

Sherry: Yes.

Sabrina looked at the screen for a few seconds, sucking gently on her bottom lip. Sometimes the answers to a customer's questions frightened them away, but she knew that Sherry would need to ask them anyway.

Sabrina: Sherry, what do you want to know? I'm here to answer your questions.

She waited again – and then Sherry began the process.

Sherry: Do you really have slaves there?

Sabrina: Oh, yes. All of our staff here are the slaves, by their own free will and consent, of Master Shadow, who owns the lodge.

Sherry: All of them? Even you?

Sabrina: ☺ Yes, even me. ☺

Sherry: Well does he really do things to you like I've read about?

Sabrina: Sherry, I don't know what you've read, but if you're asking if my Master uses me sexually, the answer is yes, in every way you can imagine, and probably a few you're never even dreamed of. He owns me, Sherry, so of course he can do with me as he wishes.

Sherry: Really? In every way?

Sabrina: Yes. My body belongs to him, so he takes me however he wishes, and when- and where-ever he wishes. And however he wants me, I do my very best to please him.

Sherry: Does he punish you?

Sabrina: Yes, if I displease him, or disobey. Sometimes he spanks me with his hand, or with a belt or paddle, or he may use a whip on me. Or sometimes, if I've been really bad or displeasing, he may put me in a cage, or make me do something that humiliates me, like when he makes me pull down my pants to get spanked right in front of our guests, I hate that, so, I try hard to be a good girl!

Sherry: And on your site it says you have slaves that guests can do things with?

Sabrina: Yes. All of us must obey any command of a guest, as long as it doesn't violate any of the Lodge's rules. And any guest can use us as they wish.

Sherry: So if a man came up and saw you and wanted to do you-know-what?

Sabrina Grinned.

Sabrina: Unless Master has me reserved for himself at the time, then the guest could use me any way he wanted to, within those rules. If he wanted me to suck his cock, for instance, or wanted to take me anally, I'd have to obey. I am a slave, and the guests have Master's permission to use me, which makes them my masters and mistresses while they're here. If I refuse, or disobey, I'll be punished.

Sherry: And it says that some of your slaves are there for guests who want to be controlled?

Sabrina: Yes. Several of us are switches, which means we can be either submissive or dominant. I'm afraid I'm not one of those, though. I'm strictly bottom. ☺

Sherry: So if a woman came there an wanted to find out what it was like to be submissive then there's men there that would treat her that way?

Sabrina: Yes. She would simply set her limits, and she could either choose one of our staff to dominate her, or if she prefers, that choice can be made for her. Or she might want to come for one of our amateur events, where she'd meet real Doms and be auctioned off to them for the weekend. Some like that better.

Sherry: Auctioned off? You mean for real?

Sabrina: LOL, yes, sort of. The Doms pay well for the privilege, and the subs get to come for free. Master sets up the auction, and the Doms bid for you, and then when they win the bidding they can take you to their rooms and you're a real live slave for the weekend. Of course, both Doms and subs have to abide by the rules, and your limits have to be declared and disclosed before the bidding begins.

Sherry: What does that mean? Limits?

Sabrina: Well, for instance, if you don't want your Dom to take you anally, that's a limit, or if you don't want to be slapped or have your hair pulled, or don't want the Dome to talk about certain things. Those are limits.

Sherry: They slap you?

Sabrina: Some do. Remember that Doms, especially men, get turned on by having control over us. If a Dom doesn't like my attitude, or if he's just feeling sadistic, he may slap my face or pull my hair, or maybe he'll just grab a fistful of hair and use it to help him shove my mouth down on his cock. That's a real big turn-on!

Sherry: A turn-on for the Doms?

Sabrina: yes, but for me too! I love when a Dom has me under control. That's one of the things a slave needs.

Sherry didn't type anything for a whole minute, and Sabrina thought she was going to log off, but then the bot announced an incoming message.

Sherry: Sabrina, I've never been with a Dom, but I've been reading about this kind of thing, and it just sounds so

She trailed off, and Sabrina smiled.

Sabrina: Let me guess... it sounds so damn exciting and erotic that you've probably already had a half-dozen orgasms just thinking about it, right? And even more than that, there's some part of you that screaming out, hey, this is the way it should be, this is me, I need this!!!! Am I right?

Sherry: Yes it just sounds natural, like it's the way it's supposed to be.

Sabrina: Sherry, it is natural, at least for me! I watch all the women that come in here on the Amateur Events, and how they all seem to instinctively know what's expected of them by their Doms. It's so natural it just oozes out of them!

Sherry: Okay, now here's a question. Does it matter if you're married?

Sabrina thought, Uh-oh!

Sabrina: Well, Sherry, it doesn't matter to us, but does your husband know you're having these feelings and desires? Have you talked to him about it?

Sherry: Oh no I don't dare! He'd think I've lost my mind!

Sabrina: Sherry, of course it's up to you, but you might find that he's had a few thoughts about how much fun it would be to spank you, himself.

Sherry: Maybe he has, but I don't think that's what I want or what I need. I don't want just a sex game. Sabrina he has never tried to make me do anything! If he asked me to do oral sex, I almost always said no, but now I think part of me was just wanting him to do like you said, take me by my hair and push his thing into my mouth and

She trailed off again.

Sabrina: You didn't want him to ask you for a blow job, Sherry, you wanted him to take you, to own you, to just grab you and fuck your mouth, no matter what you said. Right?

Sherry: right

Sabrina: And now you want it so badly that you're thinking of coming here without him, just so you can experience it.

Sherry: Yes.

Sabrina: But. Sherry, what would happen if you did that? What if you came here and tried it, and decided you can't live without it? And what happens if your husband finds out?

Sherry: he'd probably leave me.

Sabrina: You don't want that, do you?

There was no reply.

Sabrina: Sherry? Do you want your marriage to end?

Sherry: I don't know.

Sabrina: All you know right now is that you want to be dominated, right? And not just at bedtime?

Sherry: Yes. Right.

Sabrina: So, if your husband came home from work today and said he'd decided it was time for you to become obedient to him and to spend your time pleasing him, and told you that if you disobey you'll be punished, how would you feel?

Sherry: Before today I would have laughed in his face.

Sabrina: But now?

Sherry: I don't know.

Sabrina: Come on, Sherry, yes, you do! You'd probably look at him and say no, wouldn't you? Test him, dare him to do something about it? Just to see if he had it in him, right?

Sherry: LOL, yes, I might.

Sabrina: When does he get home? How long?

Sherry: Actually, he's here now. His days off are today and tomorrow.

Sabrina: Then here's an idea. You have a printer there?

Sherry: Yes.

Sabrina: Okay. On our website is a brochure in PDF format. Print it out and show it to him, and just ask him what he things about it. But, Sherry, if he says it sounds good, or sounds like fun, or if you just get the feeling he likes it, then you own up and tell him about what you've been reading and how it makes you feel. And don't forget, we have Amateur Events for couples, too! Maybe he'd come with you, and take Master's Training Course for New Doms. There's one coming up next month, so you'd have time to get in on it.

Sherry: Training course? How does that work?

Sabrina: Well, couples come here, and the Doms go with Master Shadow so he can teach them about what it really means to be a Dom. See, a lot of guys thing it's all easy, that it's just about the sub pleasing the Dom, and that once you have a sub you just use them and whip them, but there's a lot more to it than that. A Dom owns his or her submissive, and it's just like when you own a pet, only a whole lot more serious! With a pet, you can train them and discipline them, right, just like with a sub? But you also have to feed them, bathe them, be responsible for them, take them to the vet, provide all their needs, all that stuff, right?

Sherry: right

Sabrina: Well a sub is a lot more complex than a pet, and if a Dom is going to own one, he has to realize that he's accepting an awesome responsibility, because he is now in charge of that person's entire life! If your husband wanted to be your Dom, he'd need to understand that everything in your life is then his responsibility. It's absolutely critical for a Dom to understand that, even before he, or she, learns the first thing about BDSM, or the entire relationship could be a disaster!

Sherry: And your master would teach my Lewis? All that stuff in one weekend?

Sabrina: master would explain a lot, Sherry, but most of what a Dom and sub learn comes by living the relationship day by day, together. Lewis would leave here knowing just how serious a commitment he was making. Most D/s couples thing it's far more serious and demanding than even marriage!

Sherry was quiet for several seconds.

Sherry: Sabrina, I'm going to try your suggestion, and try to get us to come for that weekend. Is there anything about it on the website?

Sabrina: yes, on the calendar page, but let me send you even more info. Hold on.

A box appeared, and a balloon said “Sabrina is sending you a file. Click to accept.”

Sabrina: there...that's the whole application package and everything, and I marked it as a rush, so if you send it in it'll get priority treatment.

Sherry: thank you, Sabrina. If I need to talk to you again, can I?

Sabrina: Sure, Sherry, just email me. Sabrinaslavegirl@shadowlandlodge.com

. If I'm busy, I may not be able to answer for a day or two, but I will email you back as soon as I can, I promise!

Sherry: I don't know how to thank you. I don't have anyone else I can even talk to about this sort of thing, you've been a lifesaver. And maybe a marriage saver, too.

Sabrina: No problem, Sherry. Believe me, I know how you feel!

Sherry logged off, and Sabrina sat back. She wondered if Sherry would really try to interest her husband, and suddenly wished she'd gotten the woman's phone number or email address. Hopefully she'd hear from her again.

“Sabrina,” called out a masculine voice, “come into my office as soon as you're free.”

“I'm free, Master,” she said, and slid out of her chair. She walked quickly into his office, stopped two feet short of the desk, and stood silently, with her eyes down on the floor in front of her feet, simply waiting for him to acknowledge her.

The man behind the desk continued with whatever he was doing on his own computer for a few moments, and then sat back and looked at his slave girl. Sabrina was his favorite, but he was careful not to let her know it, so that she wasn't tempted to try topping her “siblings”, as her fellow slaves were called.

He enjoyed looking her over. At just five feet tall, she was a delightfully tiny girl, but she had a body that made it clear to onlookers that she was not a child. Her natural blond hair was soft, and he liked it kept in a short shag-like style; the overall effect was of a mischievous nyphette, and that description suited Sabrina quite well.

He leaned forward and braced his elbows on the desk. “Tonight's amateur auction is likely to be a good one,” he said, “and the guests should be arriving shortly. I sent Valiant up to the airport with the bus, to pick up the girls, and Oliver has the luxury coach waiting for Doms' plane to arrive, but there may be a slight problem.”

“Yes, Master?” Sabrina asked, without raising her eyes. She knew the rules, and would not look at his face unless he invited her to do so; he never did, though, when he was talking business.

“Yes. One of the young ladies has had a n apparent change of heart, just before her flight boarded, and won't be coming. This leaves us one girl short for the event, so I'm going to put you on the block in her place.”

Sabrina felt a moment's panic; being sold at auction meant that her buyer could use her any way at all for the entire weekend, and there was an awesome thrill in that knowledge, but there was also trepidation, for some of the Doms who came for the auctions were far more sadistic than her own Master. Sabrina considered herself a masochist, yes – hell, she knew she was a pretty fair pain slut! She couldn't count the times she'd come while she was being whipped, spanked or flogged – but that didn't mean the pain she enjoyed didn't hurt!

She forced herself not to show any reaction at all; if Master wanted her to be a surrogate slave for the auction, then she would take any pain or kink the buyer could throw at her, and make her Master proud of her!

“Yes, Master,” she said, and was herself proud that she could not hear any quaver in her voice.

“I'm going to put you up first, I think, so that the amateurs can see how a slave girl comports herself. I want you to set a good example, Sabrina; remember how scared you were, the first time you were put on the block. These girls need a good role model, and I expect you to give them one.”

“Yes, Master,” she said again.

Go down to the basement and have Percy put you in silk, then wait for the subs in the pen, I don't want them to know you're one of mine, though. Just tell them you've been through this before, and give them some tips on how to behave. And I know I don't really have to say this, but stress to them that they cannot refuse a buyer anything, so long as it's within the rules and not against their stated limits.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Some of the Doms have been here before, so they may recognize you, but I doubt they'll comment on it. Some of them may even bid on you because they do know who you are... more than one of these has tried to convince me to sell you to them.”

Sabrina swallowed nervously. “Thank you for not telling me, Master,” said Sabrina, and a shiver went up her spine at the thought of being sold.

He smiled. “That was as much for me as for you,” he said. “I didn't want you to get an inflated view of your own importance to me... but I'm not so concerned about that, now. Tell me, Sabrina, do you love me?”

Sabrina's eyes rose, and without thinking she looked her Master in the eye. She was in shock, bewildered at his question, for it was the one he never asked, and all the slaves knew they were not permitted to express their feeling of affection for him.

“I... I do, Master, beloved, wonderful Master, I do!” she said, and wondered if she had just failed a test of some sort. Would he be angry, would he punish her? If he did, it would be worth it... she had longed to speak those words!

He didn't get angry, but smiled at her. “Then lock the door,” he said, “and then come here and kiss me.”

Sabrina's heart was singing as she spun to do as he had ordered, and she ran on tingling feet to his side. She knelt beside his chair and trembled when his strong hand entwined itself in her hair. He clenched it in his fist, his knuckles against the back of her head, and forced her face to tilt upwards, towards his own.

His lips slammed down onto hers, and she felt his teeth grip her bottom lib, the same one she'd been worrying only a few moments ago. He bit her, hard enough to make a soft cry escape her throat into his mouth, and then he released her lip and his tongue forced its way past her lips like a questing dragon entering its lair.

For two long minutes he kissed her, their lips in a dance that he led as skillfully as he did when he took her onto the dance floor in the ballroom, and then he pulled her back from his face. He twisted his wrist, and her face was forced to turn downward as the pain of his grip in her hair made her eyes open. She found herself looking at a large bulge that was straining the zipper in the front of his slacks.

“Look at what you've done,” he said. “How am I supposed to get through the day like this? Sabrina, you're such a naughty girl, sometimes... now you're just going to have to fix that, and I mean right now!”

She laughed happily, and in only seconds she unfastened his belt and opened his button and fly, pulled his briefs aside and felt a thrill when he guided her mouth – her open willing mouth – onto his cock.

She giggled again, as her tongue felt his cock-head slide up its length, pearls of his pre-come tasting salty as it lubricated his delicate skin. Her lips closed around his shaft, and slid downward, so that he marveled that she could get so much of him into her mouth at once.

She felt the thick nest of hair at the base tickle her nose, and then reversed herself, moving slowly upward but not breaking her seal, so that she pulled back she was creating a vacuum around his cock, a vacuum that drew slightly more blood into his engorged tissues, making him even harder than he had already been.

“Mmmmmm,” she hummed without thinking, and sent an electric tingle through him. His hand tightened in her hair, and when she started down again, he pushed and she felt his cock-head enter the top of her throat. For a moment, she gagged, but then got herself under control, and went back to sucking him with all the joy and love she could muster.

Her right hand circled his base, and her left cupped his balls. She moaned again as she thrilled to the taste, the feel, the mass of him in her mouth. She fought down the urge to ravish him. To speed up her stroking mouth and let her tongue whip around his sensitive tip, tease its hole and tickle the underside where the main nerve cluster lay – she could do all of that, but slowly, the way she knew he loved her to do it.

Her mind raced a bit, as she let her hands and mouth operate on instincts that had been honed over the past two years of her enslavement, and she thought about what a thrill it had been the first time he had tasted his cock. Of course, she couldn't quite admit that to herself at the time, still bound more by the conventions of a damaged society than by her own nature – but though she'd resisted, and been thoroughly punished for it, she knew in her secret heart that she had come twice while he was fucking her mouth, even as she was ashamed at the way she had sucked him dry, reluctant to release his cock from her mouth until it was limp and soft once again.

She'd never really tasted a man's semen before that day; not even her husband's, not even during the early days of their short marriage, when it seemed they were always having some kind of sex. She'd always been afraid of it, afraid she'd be sick if she let him do that in her mouth, and so she always pulled back at the last moment. She even felt embarrassed, when he would grab his cock and frantically stroke it through his climax, trying to hold onto at least some of the pleasure she was denying him.

Now, even as she recalled how Jason's cock would jerk and pulse when he was about to shoot his wad, she felt her Master's cock do just that, and she sucked harder as the thick, salty creaminess coated her tongue and throat – and she felt her own orgasm then, as the thrill of being used this way by the strongest, most confident man she's ever met overwhelmed her, and only her lips being sealed so tightly to him kept her from screaming aloud in her pleasure.

Sabrina carefully used her tongue to ensure that her Master's cock was clean, and kissed it just before rearranging his clothing, then knelt at his feet. She could not rise or leave without his permission, and he was being very quiet.

For his part, Shadow was simply enjoying the afterglow of coming in his slave's mouth, and reflecting that Sabrina was by far the best cocksucker among the slaves he kept. This was one of the reasons for his favoritism, and so he never told her; it did not pay, he knew, to let a slave become overly proud of her own talents.

He looked down at where she knelt, her face down, eyes on the floor. If he weren't planning to auction her later in the evening, he might have decided to slip upstairs with her, tie her down on his bed and put some utterly delicious stripes and bruises on her. That would probably lead to him reserving her for the weekend, though, so he could touch those tender marks and enjoy watching her wince and squirm. Sometimes, when he touched a particularly sore spot, she would come again, and then he'd have reason to make more of what he called her “pretty slave tags”, but punishing her for having an orgasm without permission.

But the auction was already set, and his pride made him put his best girl on the block to cover the shortage. He reached down and tilted her face up, then kissed her deeply again; he tasted the last traces of himself in her mouth – and then he took off her collar and slipped it into his pocket.

“As soon as the weekend is over,” he said, “you will come straight to me so I can put your collar back on you, do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she said breathily, “I couldn't live without your collar, not forever, not for real...”

“Good girl,” he said with a smile and a light caress of her lips with his thumb. “Now, go on and get yourself cleaned up and ready. It's going to be a good weekend, and I expect you to make certain your buyer is happy with you! Please him, or her, just as if it were me.”

“Yes, Master, I will!” she said, and rose to go and shower before heading for the basement.


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