Welcome Back

Hi -  Please welcome our friend and delicious Meat girl Pili. We are updating and relaunching this blog. Thank you for the many emails and suggestions  asking us to update it.

Please do not pay attention to the dates of each posting. They are set that way to present the story in a sequence.

Dolcett is not for everybody and especially not for non- adults, mentally challenged and immature persons. Dolcett is a pornographic fantasy about adult cannibalism. This blog is totally fiction and not based on any real life events. It is also extremely sexual and erotic.  But for people in the right frame of mind this imagined fantasy is fun reading.

This will take some time so be patient - and thanks for all your support!

Finally this blog is dedicated to all those who work in the Adult Sex business, and all our Dolcett "pervs"  we love you!

Kissssss - Lynn, Pili & Paula

Pili, Paula and Lynn celebrating the relaunch of Lynn's Blog
 (this is not our real photos I will post rl portraits of us later)

What is Dolcett -

What is Dolcett?
Dolcett is a fantasy fetish revolving around anthropophagy.

In the Dolcett concept, anthropophagy is the fetish of a person becoming food for someone else as a fantasy. As a fantasy it's just as taboo as BDSM used to be or other kinks.  Actually anthropophagy when you boil it down to its essentials (no pun intended)  is an extension of the damsel in distress scenario like you see in fairytale stories or movies.

Anthropophagy a is present in a lot of the older media we have, the most widely recognized being a helpless woman being boiled alive by a native tribe when the hero rescues her.  Another example would be in Little Red Riding Hood where the wolf devours Red Riding Hood, but this could also be classified as a separate but similar fetish called Voreaphillia.

History
In the 1990’s, a Canadian man using the pseudonym Dolcett  uploaded his collection of  gynophobia art onto the internet. The crude black and white drawings were primarily images of women:
Ø  being sodomized to death,
Ø   being cooked to death while being sodomized,
Ø  being hanged while being sodomized,
Ø  being beheaded while being sodomized, etc.

The images were generally in comic form or accompanied with a short story, most of which involved said women happily volunteering their fuckholes to gentlemen for a grand spectacle of an execution, generally ending with other women becoming enthralled by the process and  volunteering themselves and so the cycle begins once again.

This form of art, found itself immensely popular with an entire new generation of pervs on the internet, and Dolcett's name eventually became synonymous with the unique brand of cannibal-based sexual slavery. Not unlike Band-Aid’s, Dolcetts name has since become the standard tag for most goreporn artwork.

 In 1997 Dolcett’s story boards were collected by a woman named Karyn.  She uploaded the stories onto the Internet on a now defunct web site. Dolcett made contact with Karyn and gave her previously unpublished material and also recorded two new stories and various new cartoons.

Since the early 2000's Dolcett has disappeared from the internet.  But several people (most especially Karyn) have kept in touch with him. I am proud that I have been able to chat with Karyn on line. She also publishes her own Dolcett themed stories.

Dolcett comics and Doclett inspired comics can be found at the following website
http://zizki.com/comics/Dolcett/#

My Fascination with Dolcett
I am a person who is never satisfied with the status quo in all aspects of my life, including kinks and fantasies.   Several years ago, after I “retired” from the escort business, I was then introduced to the BDSM lifestyle.

I am a submissive (just in case you did not know!)  I embraced the culture like I embrace a St. Andrew’s cross (you may chuckle here). I slowly pushed my limits on what I would be willing to do and how much pain I can endure.

I love statistics
The opportunities for growth are endless and I am fortunate to live in a place where there are many venue’s.  And also live in a time where the lifestyle is becoming more accepted (thank you E. L. James!) But I started to become curious as to what are the extreme limits in BDSM. So I spent time on the internet exploring around. Snuff and cannibalism would come up on occasion and I was repulsed by that.

About the same time,  I met some people on internet chat rooms or social media like Second Life who had the same fascination in Dolcett as I did. One person in particular is instrumental in helping me explore my kink is the person who I call Vicente in this blog.  I learned a great deal about Dolcett, anthropophagy and cannibalism and myself through Vicente.

I wondered why the attraction so I began  to do research on cannibalism and human sacrifice.

Now there are a lot of sick people in the world today, but the fascinating thing was that human sacrifice and cannibalism goes back many thousands of years. It is also celebrated today by proxy in various ways in many popular religions and customs.

That made sense to me. Being sacrificed to a deity (living or dead) and then eating the sacrifice made the victim part of you.

I began to ponder the transformative aspects  of Dolcett as in “you become what you eat” . And I also wondered about the mystical connection with many of the human sacrifices (meat) that had been sacrificed and then been eaten who were then eaten themselves and on and on.  (Again this is only a fantasy level not real).

Dolcett is erotic, scary, surreal  and very Dark --- but  attractive in a depraved way. Dolcett is the ultimate submission.  As a submissive, maybe that is why I am so fascinated by it and keep coming back to this kink.

Corrections and update
In March of 2015 Perro Loco who is the wonderful administrator of DGF sent Lynn this correction and fascinating background information about Dolcett.

Dolcett is not, in fact Canadian. This is a fiction that I promulgated in 1994 to keep people off track. He is in fact a fairly successful commercial illustrator who uses a completely different style in his professional illustrations. The techniques used for the Dolcett stuff are akin to doodles. He did these initially to provide quick and dirty illustrations to stories discussed with Merle Hill.

Dolcett (or rather the illustrator who's nom de plume is Dolcett) was a real life friend of Merle Hill's until Hill died from cancer in 2001. Hill and I were friends communicating mostly by internet and telephone. Before his death he sent me the bulk of the original Dolcett artwork in his possession. After Merle died, his widow Jessica sent me the balance of Merle's collection. Among other real life people associated with Dolcett's illustrations are Merle's wife Jessica, Lee Felman & his wife Allie, Kay Milton, an Englishwoman named Joanne Grant & her father. Dolcett met most of these people through Merle in the late 80s early 90s when Merle lived in a private compound above Hwy 93 outside of Las Vegas. 

I was the person who originally scanned and uploaded a large part of Dolcett's work which had been sent to me anonymously by one of Dolcett's friends to an internet news group beginning in 1994. This anonymous benefactor sent complete, never before published or printed stories in bits and pieces over the following 3 years. Apparently Dolcett wanted to have a bit of internet notoriety with coming out of the closet, so to speak. He gave me permission to publish his stuff and to profit from it, essentially giving me copyright. At one point I was in discussions to publish the bulk of my original Dolcett art through a French publisher but we could not come to amicable terms. Dolcett is married and has kids. His family is not aware of his fetishistic internet fame and he's absolutely convinced his wife would divorce him should she find out about his alter ego.

One of the reasons my original scans of Meridith's Last Interview were coded PGG (for Perro's Gourmet Girls) was because I did not have a copy of the cover of the story when I first scanned it and had no clue as to the name of the story ~ which was authored by Merle Hill who had an obsession with TV personality Meridith Vierra. The same can be said of some of the other stories.

I provided Karyn, who is a Member of the DGF, with some not seen to that time Dolcett art in 1994 at her request. This was the beginning of her collection. After amassing a large collection of Dolcett art, she archived and cataloged Dolcett's art in a web site she established through the good graces of Peter Cohen, then owner of Necrobabes. Peter and Necrobabes also hosted the first iteration of my now defunct old forum, The Cannibal Cafe. Peter is also a DGF Member. Karyn subsequently was contacted by Dolcett who began to provide her with customized stories and artwork. It's unclear to me if he continues to provide her with illustrations, she's never told me anything about their conversations.

BTW... Dolcett himself is a DGF Member.

Thanks Lynn, Pili and  Paula

Part I - Chapter 1 -- Hot and Spicy

Part I - Chapter 1

Hot and Spicy

Cayenne was one of the more exotic dancers at the club.  She was a buxom brunette with penetrating eyes. Like her stage name she was hot looking and had a spicy personality!  Her makeup was Goth but not in a campy way – there was élan about her look.  Her leather outfits were kinky.

We were both in the dressing room. I was getting ready for my next set on the main stage; Cayenne was on right after me.

I had dancing at this mid-town New York club for about a month, right after I turned 21. Cayenne was about 26. We were both very experienced as strippers. I had been working at all nude clubs on Long Island since I was 18.  I guessed that Cayenne had been in the business for as long as I had been. As co-workers we knew each other but were not friends.

For her set on stage she was wearing her collar, leather thong, black leather spank miniskirt, and a satin push up bustier. She also wore thigh high spiked boots. .

As I was walking past her to go on stage I said, “Cay I love your look!.... You are amazingly hot!”. She looked up smiling at me; “Thank you very much Lyn… I appreciate the compliment”. I smiled back at her…..and on an impulse I kissed her cheek. I blushed at my brazen act. Cayenne then looked into my eyes with what I sensed was a longing desire.  I felt my sex pulse and I saw her nipples harden under her bustier. I began to say “Cay.. I am sorry……..” when she put her fingers on my lips to hush me. “No, Lyn that was very sweet”. I had to get onto the stage, as I left the dressing room I turned and saw her smiling at me.

As I was going on stage I felt that we had made a connection.

The club was crowded with Asian businessmen who were in town for a trade show at the Convention Center, a few blocks away. These conventions brought strippers and escort girls huge sums of

money.

 I was skilled at spotting the big tippers and knew exactly how much eye contact to make with them to get a big tip and entice them for another tip as I worked the next customer.

 After the three set music was complete, I was nude except for my G-string. I was gliding down the stage steps  I noticed a group of men ogling at me. I gave the group a sexy wink and adjusted my G-string so that they could get a glimpse of my shaved heat. I knew that I was going to strike gold with these guys and I needed to stake my claim before another girl got to them. I made a motion that I would be right back.

I passed Cayenne as she was going on stage and I was going into the dressing room. We made eye contact again and I felt another tingling in my groin. As she sashayed past me she squeezed my butt cheek and said “Nice ass Lynn”. I chuckled and smiled back at her.

I quickly got dressed in a pair of silver sequined cheeky shorts that accented my booty and a sheer halter top. A pair of stilettos and a quick freshen up with makeup completed my look. I was back on the floor to strike it rich from the Chinese businessmen, who from experience told me had big expense accounts.

As I was walking over to the table where the business men were seated, I caught a glimpse of Cayenne’s routine on the stage.

 She pranced the length of the stage, giving selected men a fake scowl. I assumed those men were who her radar said were big tippers.  She held a leather crop which she alternately slapped her ass with and then a customer’s cheek. They loved it!

Cay looked amazingly seductive as she danced on stage. I could have watched her all evening, but I had business to conduct, which is hustling lap dances and VIP sessions from the customers. In this club we gave the customers a lap dance on the main floor and semi-private and intimate sessions in the VIP lounges, for more money of course!

These Asian men were not shy and I could make double tips by grinding my crotch on one guy while I pushed another's face into my cleavage and rocked his head side to side rapidly. We call that “motor boating” and I got an easy $50.00 from each of them.

 I saw that they were also enthralled by Cayenne.  They wanted to be domed by her. I knew she was in demand for OTC (out of the club sessions) from clients who wanted private bondage sessions.  She had the possibility of making serious money from these horny masochistic men.

There were six men in this group. I can handle 3 at a time. If you want to know how, just think about the female anatomy for a moment  :D

So as Cayenne was coming down from the stage I made eye contact with her indicating that she should come over to this table.

She came right over to us. I was startled when she “hello my pet”. She caressed my cheeks and French kissed me passionately.  I returned the favor groping her body. The men were very excited and were anxious for more.

We sold them a one hour session in the large Champagne room upstairs.  The Champaign rooms were private with large beds, chairs and even some light bondage devices. Of course they are very expensive to rent and the men also had to buy overpriced bottles of cheap sparkling wine. They generously tipped the girls for “extra” services which was all ours to keep!

Cay then put a collar around my neck and attached a leash to it. She said “come pet, you are going upstairs and are going to entertain these generous gentlemen.”

You can fill in the details, but Cayenne and I both cleared $3,000 each.

It was almost 4:00AM  and our shift was ending. I had made $5,000 that evening which is not bad.

Part 1 - Chapter 2 - Yearnings

Part 1 - Chapter 2 - Yearnings

A new friend

Stripping takes a lot of physical work and high amount of adrenalin is used. To wind down some of us would go to an all-night restaurant for some food and wine.

I saw that Cayenne was sitting at a table in the dressing room removing her make up. I took the seat next to her and began to clean up as well. This was one of the better clubs in New York. They had clean dressing rooms and showers for the dancers.  Cayenne and I shared a shower together. She had a gorgeous well-toned body, but looking at her up close I could see some scars that were healing and welt marks, that had been concealed with make-up.

I was very curious about her. And wanted get to know her better, I asked her “Cay how would you like to get some breakfast with me?” She looked over to me smiling and said “I would love to!”

As we were drying off and getting ready I said; “Cay I had a great time with you tonight. It was a lot of fun with those business men, and I liked being collared to you.” She laughed saying “Yes we gave them a great bondage show”.

 I asked if she was a dominant. She shook her head no. “I am a submissive, just like you…. But a switch for work”. I was surprised that she said that and I asked “How do you know that I am a submissive?” She said “your scars give you away”. I nodded my head and touched a particularly bad knife wound on my thigh that was slowly healing.  I said: “sometimes the Dom’s get carried away and I am sidelined for a couple of weeks”. She said: “I know they can be brutal at times, but we keep going back – don’t we?” I smiled and nodded my head yes. I said: “the sirens call of pain with pleasure is hard to resist’.

We talked briefly about makeup concealers. I was feeling very relaxed with Cay as I realized that we had a lot in common.

We got dressed in rather drab outfits for strippers. It was a chilly early morning. We both wore mid-calf  boots, I wore booty shorts and a jacket  Cay wore almost the same outfit.  She looked radiant even in plain clothes.

Breakfast
We walked to an all-night diner a few blocks from the club. Even with our rather ordinary clothes on, we still got stares from drivers passing by. They probably thought we were street walkers.
We sat in a booth and made some small talk while we ordered breakfast, I was famished and I ordered ham and eggs. Cayenne smiled while looking at the menu and said; “One of my Master’s company’s produces some of the finest ham steaks in the world”.

 For the second time this morning she startled me by her revelation about having a Master.

After the waitress took our order I said “Cay you are so fortunate to have a Master. I have longed to be owned but I could never find one who has the right chemistry with me”. I was thinking that I am so lucky to have met Cay and I wondered where this may lead to.

Cay nodded her head yes saying “I am fortunate Lyn. He is a wonderful Master and I will do absolutely anything he asks of me!” I said “Wow. He has some power over you”. She responded “Yes he does, it’s almost mystical. I met him several months ago at a S&M club that I worked at. The moment I saw him I knew he was the one”.  “Right now I am considering giving him total control over me in a “Total Power Exchange”. I knew what TPE meant and it seemed awesome that she had found the right Master.

I asked her when she first realized that she was a submissive. She said that she believes she always was but it was not until she was in college that she understood her feelings.
She then said “Tell me about yourself”

I said “I am new to the BDSM scene but I did have earlier experiences.” “My best friend Lil and I had been exploring BDSM recently and I had some wonderful experiences in a public dungeons.  When I am hit with a flogger I feel amazing sensations in my body and mind….. and I crave more…. It’s hard to explain why”

I confided to her that’ “The journey into the D/s world was stirring up passions that I had bottled up in me since I was younger.”

My thoughts went back about 7 years.  I told her that “when I was in middle school Lil, my best friend and I had been at a party with our friends. As it often happened, the party turned into an orgy.  Even at the age of 16 I liked “pushing the envelope” in my sex life. So to try something new I agreed to be tied up and hung from a horizontal pole in my friend’s basement.
I remember being very tuned on by being naked and vulnerable among everyone.   Our friends were taking turns spanking and slapping us. As this first bondage experience went on, I felt something new inside of me. There was like and illumination in a dark way – I enjoyed the erotic pain! I was in hunger for it and even reached a climax!  It was in a euphoric state of ecstasy from the pain and pleasure that coursed through my body. I remember wanting to stay in that state forever.

That year I also read “The Story of O” and I longed to be like “O”. That book opened my eyes to a life I desired for.  I said that I was “captivated by “O’s” submissiveness” and day dreamed about being like her.

Cayenne smiled at me with a knowing look. She said that was not surprised by early   experiences in BDSM. She told me that she too had discovered the lifestyle at the same age as me. She said “many girls and women have been introduced to the “life” by that book. And now the soccer moms have “50 Shades of Grey” and by numerous BDSM websites like Kink.com and Dolcett Girls Forum (DGF).”

I felt a tingling in my groin when she mentioned the Dolcett Forum. I told her that I had been to DGF web pages several times but was repulsed by the stories. She smiled at me and said; “Dolcett is not for everyone --- but you did revisit it several times…. right?”  I had to admit that I had gone back to it, and began to wonder why I did.

I changed the subject. I told Cayenne that “I want to learn about my feelings”. She encouraged me to go on so I shared some of the feelings that had been in my head recently. I told her “I want more – there is a darkness within me which is calling me deeper and deeper. But I don’t know where it is taking me. I am both frightened and excited at the same time”.  We chatted for another half hour about these things.

She told me that perhaps I should meet her Master. I said “I would like that very much. Where can I meet him?” She grinned and said “he will find you.”
We talked more about our sexual needs to submit and be bound and spanked.

I told Cay that because of our chat, that I am more determined to follow where this darkness is leading me to…. No matter where it takes me.  All of a sudden I noticed that she had a pensive look on her face.  She said mysteriously  whispering “we both are being called on journey’s”

She then said, “Lyn, I am going to be going away. You helped me to make that decision tonight”.  I looked at her quizzically saying “I don’t understand” She said “you will someday…. Soon.. I hope”.

We both got up to leave the diner. When we got outside she kissed me on the cheek and said “I am very happy that we had this talk, and we talked about feelings instead of just paddles and whips.” I laughed and said “yes, this was a wonderfull”.

As we parted she said that we may meet again, but don’t tell anyone that I am going away. You will know why soon.

Part 1 Chapter 3 - Discovering

Part 1 Chapter 3  -

Discovering

It was 6AM when I got to my apartment.  Instead of relaxing me, my breakfast chat with Cayenne stimulated me even more. I poured myself a large glass of Shiraz and sat by the window looking over Riverside Park toward the Hudson River. The late summer sun was rising giving the buildings in New Jersey a bright golden look. I had to relax and think about what was happening.

As I sat I began to think about my future sexual life. I thought “I wanted to …. no I know…. that I need to delve deeper into the BDSM culture.”

 I had once considered going out to San Francisco and applying to be a model at Kink.com, but I need more money than what they were offering to pay for a video scene, and I was not sure about the strip club scene in the Bay Area.  Besides, my home is New York and there are enough S&M clubs and bars that I could go to. However, I knew that the tips are low at the few clubs who hired strippers…  and to live in NYC and  I needed money … lots of money.

I took a deep breath and swallowed the remaining red wine in my glass …… and then poured another glass. 

I just sensed that there was more to this lifestyle that I am being drawn into … I just did not know how to get there … or even where to look.

Dolcett on My Mind

I had a plan… but I was not satisfied.

 My mind keeps going back to why I keep visiting the Dolcett Girls Forum website. I took my laptop and logged into the DGF and read a few more stories. Some of the women on the website are about my age – young and perky and they have a good head on their shoulders….. well sometimes they have a head .. I chuckled to myself.  

Then I looked a website that housed the Dolcett drawings.  I spent about a half hour reading the cartoons and drawings. There is a certain bizarre eroticism but I just did not get the point. I thought “Girls who get a spit shoved up there ass’s and through their mouths die right away …. they can’t live to be roasted alive.”

I sighed deeply… Dolcett is not for me. I shut down my laptop, finished my wine, closed the window blinds and headed to bed.

That morning I had a dream of a handsome man, I kissed him and he turned into a giant frog.  I dreamed  that I was offering myself to him by raising my hands in a slave submission. The frog opened his mouth and I crawled in… and he ate me!

I woke up at 2:00 PM. I had the next two days off so I headed downtown to go shopping at the popular bondage store and purchased a few toys. I went to a few S&M clubs to check out the afternoon action.

When I got home later there was an envelope addressed to me from Cay. I wondered how she got my address. I opened it and read the note, it said:

Lynn -  It was great talking with you at breakfast. We shared so much and I am excited that you are on this journey seeking your place in the life. As I told you I will be going away, I can’t tell you much more than that, but I have the sense that where I am going may be the place that you are seeking. Keep an open mind and be prepared for the unexpected.

I love you like a sister…..Cay

PS: I went to the club and quit today, but please don’t say that we spoke or that you received this letter.

Wow what a mystery I thought. I sat down and wondered what was going on?

My Last Show

I went to the club on Thursday afternoon. The UN General Assembly was in session and the club was expected to be very busy with diplomats, their staff and lobbyists. These were the nights that we could make an easy $5,000

Some of the dancers were talking about another girl who disappeared suddenly. Whenever a lot of foreigners with diplomatic immunity come to town it seems that kidnappings rise. And there is gossip that the girls are sold for slave or snuff movies. I did not want to say anything about what I knew about Cayene leaving, but that just added to everyone’s anxiety.

As I was getting ready, the House Mom came up to me and gave me a package. She said “Cay had been by the other day and asked me to give this to you”.  I opened it up and saw that it was one of Cayenne’s new S&M costumes that she used for the sets on the stage. The box contained a beautiful black leather halter cami top, leather G-string, wrist and ankle cuffs and a gorgeous pair of 6” ankle pump shoes. She also included a black crop.

A hand written note was included in the package which said:

 Lyn – I hope you like my gift. You should wear the outfit for your last stage set this evening. Love “C”

I smiled to myself as Cayenne’s mystery got deeper. I put the new outfit into my locker and I went to work.

As the hours ticked by, I was making excellent money.

At around 2:00 AM I went to the dressing room to get ready for my last set of the evening.  I had already been working 9 hours. My feet were killing me from wearing stilettos all night so I was looking forward to a hot shower and bed ---- alone!  But the club was still packed with customers with lots of money to spend.

I took out my new leather outfit and put it on. I loved the feel of the soft leather against my skin. I quickly adjusted my face make up to make me have a sexy / sultry look. 

Meeting Master Vicente

Part 1 Chapter 4 - Meeting Vicente

I played up the role of hot sexy Dominatrix as I was dancing on the stage. The customers loved it!  I used the crop to rub my crotch and put it under a customer nose or tap him on the cheek. I was having a great time.  

All of a sudden I felt a strong pulse in my sex. I was startled by that since as a working girl my only
focus is to make money. Rarely did a customer have an affect like that on me – I of course would entice them like they were my only lover in the world!

But I felt a presence of someone. 

I was already topless and I was dancing the second song of the set. I scanned the room looking for this “presence”. In the back by the club entrance, I saw the man slowly walking through the crowd. He was impeccably dressed, ruggedly handsome, and had a dark Hispanic complexion. He was looking at me as the crowd magically cleared a path for him.  I gasped when I looked at him. He looked familiar but I could not place him. Although the customers along the tip rail kept piling on the dollars, I felt that I was only dancing for him. 

He came up to the rail and handed me ten $100 bills. I gasped, as that had to be one of the largest tips any girl had made that night on stage.  Before the last song had finished I broke the club rules by swinging over the tip rail and slinking onto the floor where he was standing. I gave the House Mom my clothes and money for safe keeping and walked close to the man.

 I held out my hand to shake it and introduce myself but instead he surprised me by saying “Hola Lyn”.  I was taken aback that he knew me --- but I did not know him – I thought had I forgotten his name – but how could I forget this hunk.  He laughed and said “my name is Vicente”.  I said “it is a pleasure to meet you” and I was not kidding!

Private Encounter
He asked me “would like to go and talk in private, away from all the noise”. I said “of course” He said “good because I already reserved a Champagne room”.  These rooms were private where “extra’s” happened. They were overpriced as the customer had to pay for the room, and expensive bottle of cheap sparkling wine and me. He took my hand and led me to the room which was upstairs above the club floor. He gave me another wad of cash this time it was twenty $100 bills. I thought that he really wanted to have a good time, even though I would have given myself to him for free.

The room was decorated in campy bordello red with mirrored ceilings, stained red carpets, a king sized bed, couches….. some customers liked it… I hated the decorating scheme.  I could tell that Vicente had much better taste than this room would offer. But I had a job to do.

I guided him to sit on the couch. I helped him remove his suit jacket and tie and I unbuttoned his shirt. My hand caressed his chest. His skin dark bronze and beautifully sculpted from working out.  My lips kissed his chest lightly and I took in his musk which made me even hornier.  I was getting wet and could not wait for him to fuck me.

I then straddled his legs, and crouched down on his lap.  I could feel is growing hardness through his pants.  I leaned my body into him, my bare breasts pressing into his muscled chest. He broadly smiled at me and said “good girl”. I cupped his face in my hands and then pressed my lips to his. His tongue slipped passed my lips and onto my tongue and we passionately kissed for a long while as he kneaded my breasts with is hands and pinched my nipples with his fingers. 

Slowly I released myself from his kiss.

I looked into his luminous blue eyes for a moment and I could sense that he could see my soul through his eyes.  I kissed his chest once more. Slowly let my lips and tongue snaked their way down his chest stopping at his navel. I kissed him there thinking that this was the umbilical to his life – and perhaps mine. I wondered where that thought had come from.

I looked up into his eyes that were staring down at mine. I then unbuckled his belt and slid the zipper down on his fly. I helped him remover his trousers. His penis was large and very hard. I took it into my hand and stroked it a few time feeling the steel strength of his manhood. I bent over, letting my hair cover his crotch and I kissed the tip of his cock – my tongue licking the pre-cum forming there. His saltines made me shiver

I parted my lips and slipped them over his helmet head.  I wrapped my lips tight on his cock and slowly let him slide into my mouth. His cock on my tongue and in my mouth sent me into an erotic bliss.

I guided his cock deep into my mouth then with lips tight around him I sucked his cock like a straw as I came up its length. I felt his cock throb in my mouth and I heard him moan. I looked up into his eyes and could see he was enjoying me.

Encouraged by his groaning I then adjusted my head a bit to take his cock deep. I felt the tip touch my tonsil and then go down into my throat.  I sensed his cock on the walls of my esophagus and I knew he could feel me too. His cock blocked my air way. I felt his hands on my head and I could feel him guiding me.  I pushed off of him and took a deep breath. I again looked up into his is eyes and he smiled at me saying “good girl”.   That was the encouragement I needed. 

I took his cock again into my mouth and pushed my head deep into him. I felt his pubic hair on my nose and could smell the musk from his cock.  I had the entire length of his cock in my throat (a feat I had never accomplished before with a penis this large). I held my head down on him exchanging amazing sensations.

All of a sudden I thought of a Dolcett impalement and that I would be in ecstasy if I died with his cock choking me. His hands were still on my head when I heard what I thought him say “not yet Lyn”. I felt him guide me off of his cock. When his penis head escaped my lips I took in deep breaths -- saliva was drooling out of my mouth.

I was breathing heavy sucking in the air. I was thinking that I was willing to let him choke me. He said again “good girl”. I began to wonder if he can read my mind.

After a few moments I recovered. I then slipped my leather thong off and sat on his lap guiding his wet cock into my vagina. We fucked hard and I had a major climax. I sensed that he was ready to explode so I slipped off of him and again taking his cock into my mouth I bobbed up and down on until he exploded his spray into my mouth. I swallowed his creamy seed as fast as he shot it out.

Pillow Talk

When he was done I then laid my head on his stomach. I said “Master that was wonderful” then I caught myself and felt my face beet red. I looked up and said “Vicente, I am sorry I don’t know where that came from”. He chuckled and said “that is OK – no worries Lynn.” I relaxed and laid my head on his chest in the afterglow….  as he stroked my hair.

After a few moments of savoring the serenity, Vicente said: “Yes that was a wonderful introduction to you.”

I was wondering where this was going. He said: “I liked your kinky outfit.” I said “thanks it was something that I wanted to do for a while to express my personality and desires.” He chuckled and said “that he was glad Cayenne gave it to me.” I was stated that he said that. I said; “How did you know…….. ohhh my god… you are her Master!”

He said “Yes” he continued “Cayenne told me that you are someone that I would enjoy meeting…. And she is correct”

He then asked me “Do you have any dark desires?” I looked up at him and said that; “ I do but I am not  sure about them”.

I got the sense that he knew the answer”  He said “perhaps I can help you find who you really are …..and what you are meant to become”.

Then Vicente said; “Lyn how would you like to spend the rest of the evening with me in my home?” My heart leaped when he asked. I composed myself and said “I would like that a great deal”

He smiled and said “Good Girl”.  

As he went to get his car, I went to the dressing room. I changed my clothes and packed a bag with all my stuff and money. Deep inside I knew that I would not come back to the club.

I walked to the front entrance Vicente was waiting in his brand new White 
Porsche 997 GT2. The bouncers were ogling at his car. I noticed that he had diplomatic license plates. I told him that it was a beautiful car. He said "Yes it gets a lot of attention, but some days I wold prefer to drive a VW Golf" I raised a surprised eye brow at him.


I told the club manager: "If Paula comes by please tell her to call my cell phone". He nodded his head yes while still admiring the Porsche. 

As I slid into the front seat I told the manager that I will not be coming back. Vicente rubbed my thigh and said: “Good Girl”

Part 1 Chapter 5 - My Test in Vicente's Play Room

Part 1  Chapter 5 - My Test in Vicente's Play Room

Vicente sped away from the clubs entrance on 9th Avenue and rapidly drove across town to Sutton Place on the east side close to the UN.

Paula
As we drove he asked me: "Who is Paula?" I said: "She is my niece although we are more like sisters." I continued: "I have been watching over her ever since her parents and brother were murdered". Vicente nodded his head in understanding. He asked me if she worked in the strip club.
I told him: "no she is 18 years old and any worker in the club must be 21 or older since they serve liquor in the club",. I continued "she would do great there. She is a hustler! Sometimes she works in all nude clubs that don't sell booze. But she has been hustling tricks along 9th Avenue and she and her Long Island friends were also into the BDSM scene".

 Vicente observed "She sounds like a wild one. I would like to meet her someday". I just looked out of the window as we sped along.

Vicente's Home
The security perimeter was tight but he was waved past the check points. He pulled up in front of a magnificent mansion. The small brass plate on the wall read “Naciones Unidas Consulado General de Chile en Nueva York”.

I turned to Vicente and said “Chilean Embassy?” He nodded his head yes saying “this is my New York home.  I work as a diplomat in the UN but I have business interests all over the world.” I looked at him not comprehending what all this meant. He smiled and said “don’t worry I will explain everything to you”.

The security guard at the front opened the car door and helped me exit the car. Vicente took my arm, guiding me to the front entrance. He told the guard to take my bag inside.  I looked around at the beautiful décor inside, it took my breath away. Vicente smiled as he saw my eyes scanned the art.

He took my coat off. He said “ Lyn, we have a house rule that my girls are not allowed to wear clothes while they are inside the house.  You get a pass since you are a house guest.” I giggled and said; “I will easily comply!" and took off the rest of my clothing He laughed, saying “I will make
sure you obey the house rules soon enough.”

He took me up the stairs into a large Great Room. The art work was all from the Incan, Mayan and Aztec civilizations.

The room contained Codex pages, statutes and many paintings depicting the ancient culture. There were several paintings that showed human sacrifices upon the altars of the ancient pyramids. The Codex’s depicted female sacrifice which was rare at that time.

I told Vicente that; “ I had studied Mesoamerican cultures in college anthropology classes. On a spring break I had traveled to Mexico and helped with a dig at Temple of the Feathered Serpent in Teotihuacan, Mexico. We were looking for the remains of sacrificial victims under the altar.” He asked “did you find any remains?”. I said “no, but our group found what looked like a sacrificial knife.”

He said that was interesting. I felt my nipples become hardened as I told him the story. He came over and put his arm around me. He said; “perhaps someday I will take you to Chile to see the Mayan temples.” I grinned and said; “that would be awesome!”

Dungeon
Vicente said; “Lyn lets take a look at my play room. Perhaps we can start exploring your darkness” I felt my sex pulse. I said; “I would like that”. I knew that I had some nervous tension in my voice.

Vicente then took me to a stairway that descended down several levels and opened to a long hall way.  The hall way reminded me of an upscale luxury hotel.  On either side of the hallway were about 10 doors. There was a very large doorway at the far end of the hall. I noted that each door had a retinal scanner which I assumed was used to gain access to the rooms.

There were some very discreet markers on the doors that I could not make out. I wondered if Cayenne is in one of these rooms. Vicente said; “Cay is staying in this room here, perhaps you can visit with her later today. I looked up to Vicente and said “there you go again reading my mind” he laughed.

As we walked down the hallway toward the large door I was feeling nervous and apprehensive. The thought flashed in my mind that I was walking the “last mile”. I wondered if I would emerge as a different person …or would I come out at all.

 Vicente sensed my apprehension and said; “Lyn don’t worry, we will not do anything to make you uncomfortable” I shook my head yes and said, “I think I am anxious of what I may discover about myself.” He patted my head and said: “Trust me, once you discover what you are meant to be…… you will feel very free. But until then I understand your worries….just trust me”. He calmed me down and I said to him; “I trust you a great deal”. I wondered to myself how can I say that when I just met him. He looked at me without saying anything but I knew that he read my mind.


When we got to the door, I took a deep breath.  Vicente looked into the scanner and the door unlocked.  He opened it and we stepped into another room like and an antechamber. The hallway door closed behind us and he then entered a code into a keypad. Then the second door opened.

I was amazed at what laid before me. This was a full dungeon with a large array of equipment, well decorated and lit. The main dungeon room is fully equipped with bondage chairs, bondage stool,

barrels, ladder back chair, St Andrews Cross, whipping bench, VacBed and a cage/rack. There is also a wide array of restraints, fetters, medical and corporal punishment toys, and much more. There were pulleys from the ceilings, and hooks in the floor and several large beds. Chairs and tables were around the perimeter for guests I supposed.

 I felt a strong throb in my sex again.  I said to Vicente, “I have been to several dungeons and play rooms, but I have never seen anything like this one.” He smiled and said “I am glad that you like it”.

I looked around the room and saw art work depicting slaves in chains, and human sacrifices in Mayan and Incan altars. There was sculptures and artifacts used in sacrifices from South American countries

. In the far corner of the room was a book case and tables that held what looked like drawings. I wondered if they were Dolcett drawings. I wish that I had some time to explore this treasure trove of sadistic art.

Vicente said, “I would like to test your limits today if that is ok?” I told him that I was ok with that.
We spoke a few moments about limits, then he said; “your safe word is ‘emergency’, please repeat it. I said  “the safe word is emergency”.  “Good Girl” He continued “as soon as I hear that word I stop everything. OK?” I nodded my head in agreement.

He then went over to one of the walls which opened up to reveal a case of various whips, chains, canes paddles, collars and leashes. There was an assortment of rope and harnesses.

He chose a collar and ankle and wrist restraints.   He came over to me and put the collar around my neck and attached the restrains. He then locked the wrist restraints behind my back.

I was determined to go through with this and try to absorb as much pain as I can. He then went to the wall closet and picked out a Hitachi vibrator, butt plugs, and a flogger and cane. He placed all these instruments on a table in front of me.

I am terrified of canes but I was not going to say anything.

He then came over to me and asked; “Ready’ to which I nodded yes.

He then raised his hand high and came down fast slapping my left tit. I winced at the pain and suddenness of his hit. He then hit my other breast just as hard. He smiled saying, ”you have nice

breasts, I like the way the undulate as I hit them.”  He then slapped each tit four times. I staggered at

the last blow, but I composed myself and arched my back to present my breasts to him for more. He cupped my breast and kneaded them looking into my eyes.

He grabbed my hair and forced me onto the flogging bench. He attached my restraints with rope to the hooks on the bench in such a way that I was on all fours and I could not lay down. My collar was then attached to a rope from a pulley in the ceiling and he pulled it up so my head could not move. He attached another restraining rope around my waist and breasts attaching that to another pulley so that I could not move.

 He went to the table and choose a pair of Japanese nipple clamps and attached them to each breast

with a chain connecting them. I winced in pain when he put them on. Then he took a bucket of weights and placed them below my face so that I could see them. He reached in and took out two 4 Oz weights and put them on the chain ….my nipples stretched and I yelped from the pain. He came close to my ear and asked “how are you doing?” I said “I am fine Sir!”.  He said “good then I am going to add two more weights on the chain ….. I closed my eyes in pain as the clover clamps bit into my hardened nipples.

I had to try and stay steady because with every movement the weights swayed and stretched my nipples more.

He then took his "Violent Want" which is a hand held electrode with an attachment that creates an electric stimulation. He ran the flat attachment along the curves of my spine which created and amazing electric sensation all over my body. He played with the wand for a while running it along the crack of my ass and the along my swollen labia lips, It was a wonderfully painful sensation,

He went and got the Hitachi vibrator.  He brought the head of the vibrator to my mouth and ordered me to spit on it – which I did. He then expertly placed the rapidly revolving head against my labia lips and my clit hood and secured it to a holder on the bench.

The sensation of that wand drove me insane.  It felt so good even if my clamps were swaying and pinching. He left it there for a few moments … I was almost ready to have an orgasm and he stopped. He slapped my pussy with his hand and yelled “don’t you dare cum without permission!!” I said “Yes Sir!”.

He took a butt plug from the table and put it into my mouth telling me to suck on really well.

 He then placed his finger into my anal opening and finger fucked my ass for a few moments until I was relaxed and he then inserted the larger plug into my ass.  I felt that I had to take a crap with that thing in me. I moaned out load.

He came over to my ear and asked again how I was doing. I nodded by head yes. He then took his finger and pushed the plug even deeper into me.

The next thing I felt was the leather tentacles of a flogger stringing my cunt and ass. He alternated to my breasts until the clamps fell off painfully.

He slapped my face hard yelling: “Why did you make the clamps fall off?” I said; “I am sorry Sir! He re-clamped my nipples this time with 6 weights on the chain. I yelped in agony. He said; “I hope you learned your lesson.”  I said: “Yes Sir! – this slut has learned her lesson not to cause the clamps to come off”

He started to slap my ass cheeks with his bare hands for a few moments and then said; “My hand hurts bitch!” He came to the front and told me to kiss his hand, which I did. He said you can do better than that, as he jiggled the weights on my nipple clamps.  I moaned in pain loudly and then kissed his hand in a “French kissing” manner.  “Much better – slut”

He then took a paddle and whacked my ass cheeks hard several times. My ass was burring on fire. He asked me if I hurt? I shook my head yes. He said” tell me if this hurts more” – and he caned my ass and thighs hard several times.  I shook my head yes but I was unable to speak.

I was in an extreme amount of pain at this point but I was determined to push thru it. He then pushed the Hitachi against my vagina and turned it on. I love how it felt. He removed the butt plug out of my ass.

 I asked him loudly if I could cum and he gave me permission to. I had an amazing orgasm. I knew I was close to that wonderful feeling called sub-space and I resolved to take what he had so I could get there.

He came to the front with his cock out of his pants. He slapped my face and told me to suck his cock which I did. But he then began to fuck my face hard forcing his cock deep in my throat so that I was gaging. He asked me when I was going to thank him, but saliva was spilling out of my mouth and tears running down my cheeks.

Again he asked me how I was doing and I shook my head yes.

He then came around the back and put his cock in my ass and anal fucked very hard me while the Hitachi whirled on my clit.

 With the aggressive pounding in my ass, the nipple clamps fell off again, I was afraid he was going to be angry with me – and for the first time I considered using the safe word. But he did not mention anything.

Again I asked if I could cum and he said “cum as often as you wish” The release of pent up sexual energy was high combined with the stimulation by the pain. He had taken me to subspace and I was in sheer ecstasy.

I felt him cum hard in me. He then began to undo the ropes and restraints.  I wanted to collapse on the table but I mustered the strength to ask him if I may clean his cock off. He obliged by letting me lick his cock, clean.

Aftercare

He then lifted me up and carried me over to the bed. He said “Lyn, you did very well. Some girls have called the safe word but you held firm”.  He held me close to him and we cuddled for a long while until I fell asleep.

I woke up several hours later with Vicente straddling over me, putting salve on my wounds. I ached and hurt all over but I smiled broadly at him. I said; “that was amazing, Sir!”. He said “I see that you are calling me Sir now?” I smiled up at him and said that calling him by just his name no longer seemed appropriate”. He bent down over me and kissed me.


 We then made passionate love for the next half hour.

After we were sated from our love making, he got up and said I bet you are hungry. Let me go get a blanket for you and tell Catalina to make us some breakfast.  I smiled happily.

When he left the dungeon and I got out of bed and looked around the room. I wanted to look at the art work up close. The slave illustrations seemed like they came from the Gor books of sex slaves. The details of the Mayan Altars of sacrifice depicted details of Priests cutting the hearts out of the victims then eating them.

It reminded me that human sacrifice and cannibalism have been part of our culture for thousands of years. A thought came to me “why don’t we allow this in our advanced societies now” I shook my head to remove the thought.

I then looked at an unusual sculpture of a woman who had cut herself and was eating her own intestines and organs. At first I was repulsed by it but then I thought of the courage and determination she had to do that to herself. I admired her.


I then walked over to the area where the drawings were. I gasped when I realized that they were Dolcett Cartoons. I looked around the room at all the Human Sacrifice and Dolcett drawings and wondered if Sir Vicente was a cannibal.

I started to read the cartoons. They are so erotic and sensual. I began to imagine me as one of the girls being prepared to be eaten. As I was reading I felt myself getting wet. I reached down and fingered my clitoris as I was reading. Then I sensed  Sir Vicente behind me. I turned bright red. He chuckled; “I see you got very ummmm excited by Dolcett!”

I was embarrassed – but then I blurted out “are you a cannibal?” He laughed and placed a blanket over my shoulder and said “come – let get some breakfast” and I went with him past the slave rooms and up the stairs.

Part 1 Chapter 6 - My search is ending.

Part 1 Chapter 6 - My search is ending.

My Search Ends

As we were making our way upstairs,   I was thinking to myself ;  [Lyn how stupid can you be asking  Sir Vicente if he was a cannibal. ----  Of course he is not! ----  But what if he is?  ---- Would that change your mind about how you feel about him. --- And speaking of feelings ----how do you feel about him? --- Is he the Master you have been searching for? --- sigh”]

We went upstairs past the Great Room and into a solarium that acted as a breakfast nook.  The sky was crystal blue and the late morning sun filled the room with light.

The table was set for two and was decorated with a beautiful arrangement of Bellflowers from Chile. There was a plate of sliced white strawberries, papaya and delicate cherimoya. A large glass of orange juice awaited me on the table.

Sir Vicente helped me to sit down on the chair. He cupped my breast though the open blanket and squeezed my nipple. He said; ‘Lyn, your breasts are delicious”. I blushed at his compliment. I let the blanket fall from my shoulders and let the sun kiss my skin and wounds. It was very comfortable in the solarium and the sun had warmed the tile floor.

He sat down next to me. I said; “This table is exquisitely decorated – it is so cheerful!”  A female’s voice coming out of the kitchen said “Thank you very much.  I am glad you like it.”

A middle aged woman came in – she had a disposition that was as sunny as the day. She said; “Hola “Sir Vicente’s house rule I guessed”  Sir Vicente said;  “Lyn this is Catalina”  I smiled and said; “Hola Catalina, it is nice to meet you! “ He told me that Catalina was indispensable to him, not only did she run the New York house, she was helpful at my other residence around the world.”  I said “It is very nice to meet you! And Catalina is a beautiful name!”

Lym!  It is so nice to meet you.” She had a slight accent, I assumed she was Chilean. She was also nude.

Catalina said; “I bet you would like some coffee” . I said “Yes!”   She poured both me and Sir Vicente a cup of piping hot coffee. She told me that she has some delicious cream. I needed the calories so I said thank you and poured some cream in my coffee and took a sip. She was right it was delicious.

She also set down a plate of fresh bread called pan amsado with creamy butter and and manjar.

Vicente said; ”both the cream and butter come from my plantation in Brazil, I hope you enjoy their unique tastes.”  I spread a piece of bread with the butter and took a bite. “Yumm this is very

delicious! Is this available in supermarkets?”  He chuckled, “not yet, but someday soon”.

Vicente told Catalina to prepare a special breakfast for us, and to include the ham steaks that just arrived.  She said with a bright smile; “right away Master”.

When Catalonia left us Vicente turned his attention to me. I asked him; “She calls you Master, Is she your…..” “Slave” he finished my sentence. “Yes,  I have owned her for several years now”  I said; “I noticed that she does not wear a collar?” He replied; “none of my slaves wear collars, since that have given me total ownership of them – they don’t need to wear a collar.”  I asked him; “How many slaves do you own?” He said grinning; “You are very curious about my property, perhaps someday you will want me to own you?” I blushed a bright red! He chuckled, and said; “I think we may be getting ahead of ourselves.”  I looked down and nodded my head yes.

He said; “Lyn, I know you have a lot of questions, and they will be answered in due time….but in the meantime please trust that you and I will do the right thing.”

I felt my nipples harden as I thought --- [“he is amazingly patient and kind, I think he is the one!” ] He grinned at me – reading my mind – I am sure!

I confessed to him; “Sir last evening when you entered the club  --- I umm…felt your presence before I saw you. “ He said; “I know my girl. Cayenne told me a little about you…..that you are searching for your purpose. She said that I should meet you.”  I thought; [“Should I be angry at Cay or thankful for speaking to him?”  He said;” “Cayenne has your best interests in her heart.”  I thought; “[there he goes reading my mind again!!”] He continued; “she asked you to wear that kinky outfit so that I could recognize you in the crowd……but I did not need that …..I sensed your desires when I stepped into the club”. I was astonished that he had this sensory ability.  I stammered; “I suppose ….ummmm… I should thank Cay”.  He grinned and nodded his head yes.

Our conversation paused a few moments as I needed time to collect my thoughts and emotions.

 The fragrances that were coming from the kitchen were making me salivate; I was so hungry for food….and need.  My emotions ranged from desire and doubt and……fear.  He reached across to my upper thigh and caressed me in reassurance…..which is exactly what I needed at the moment.

Catalina was discreetly waiting by the doorway, with our breakfast, sensing we were having a moment. Sir Vicente motioned for her to serve our plates.  The aroma wafting from the plates was
amazing and each plate was arranged like a Master Chef would do and colorful with edible flowers that were perfectly matched with the eggs and the ham.

I looked up at Catalina smiling and said; “this is beautiful and smells outstanding…..I am sure it is delicious”  She grinned  saying” Thank you Lyn, I hope you enjoy it” She poured each of us a fresh cup of coffee and I poured some of that delicious cream into the cup.

I took a bite from of the eggs and they tasted so creamy and light. I asked Catilina if she used the

cream in the eggs and she said yes but she also used a bit of the rendered fat from the meat. I said is: “sooo good!!!”   I then took a bite of the ham. It had a texture that I never experienced before on my tongue – like tender veal and it just melted on my mouth.  “Yummm!!!” I said. Sir Vicente was smiling as he watched me devour my plate. He said; “Lyn I am glad that you are enjoying breakfast” I said grinning: “Sir I have enjoyed all your hospitality today.”

As I was savoring this meal, I asked Sir Vicente about his art collection. “Sir, you have a beautiful collection of pre-Columbian art in your home. But I noticed some contemporary art….like the collection of drawings in the play room.” He said” I am glad you are curious about the art. They depict a concept of a girl giving all of herself to her Master, whether in bondage or sacrifice”.  I said chuckling; “I see a connection between the sacrificial altars and the BBQ pits of Doclett!” I thought; "that is not funny, there is a link"

I told him that “I had seen Dolcett’s art work before” ” And what did you think?” he asked. I responded; “I am repulsed by it….and at the same time…attracted to it…as you observed earlier.” I was embarrassed that I admitted it. He chuckled saying; “Perhaps your attraction is your inner darkness calling you to it.” I was thunderstruck when he said that. I felt that my world was falling around me……. or was it because I was rising above it. I felt very conflicted.

He sensed my emotional paradox. He reached across to my thigh and massaged it saying; “It’s OK Lyn, it’s natural that you are feeling confused right now. But you should explore your feelings.”

He paused for a moment to let me absorb what he said. He continued; “If I may make a suggestion, it may be best if you stayed here in the house for a few days to rest up and think about your feelings. You can talk to Catalina and some of my girls who are staying in the house now….. I will also make sure you have some reading material to help you…… Then you and I can talk again when I return.”

Part of me wanted to run away, but if I did ….would I ever be allowed back in?  I thought about if for a few moments……….then I made my decision….. to take this one step at a time.  I nodded my head yes saying “thank you Sir, I appreciate your generosity”

He got up from his chair saying “Good Girl” and kissed softly on my lips, I felt my nipples harden.

I watched him leave the solarium and I felt like I missed him already. Then in a sudden flash of insight I thought; “he is the one that I had been searching for!”

Part 1 Chapter 7 – I am a Cannibal

Part 1 Chapter 7 –   I am a Cannibal

Darkness Embraced

When Sir Vicente left, I offered to help Catalina clean the breakfast dishes.  She said; “Oh no Lyn you are a house guest this week, I will take care of that. You need to rest up. Master Vicente wants you to stay in the guest room upstairs today. “ She then guided me  up the stairs. As I did I glanced at the Codex scrolls in the Great Room. I thought “even though I studied these scrolls in college – I am feeling a deep connection to them now’

When we got to the guest room she said; “I see that Master Vicente painted your skin beautifully with his cane and flogger”. I felt the soreness as she said that. She took me into the bath room and drew a
warm bath for me.  She said; “You should soak for a few minutes. When I come back we can talk. I smiled saying; “thank you, I would like that’.

After my bath, I went into the bedroom and saw that there was a collection of books; a large bound book on Human Sacrifice, Bondage and Slavery, Dolcett Drawings and the “Story of O”.  I was familiar with all of them. I started paging though the Dolcett cartoons again and felt myself getting wet. I was beginning to think [“ that Sir Vicente was correct – my dark spirits were calling me to this life… but cannibalism seemed too mind-boggling for me”]

Catalina startled me when she walked into the room. “Good Lyn, you are studying the reading materials already!” I said; “I have read most of these before but  after my talk with Sir Vicente, I am reading them in a much different  light” She said “that is good to hear…. Come let’s talk some more as I put this healing salve on your marks.  This will heal you very fast , it is made from the Maqui berry of Chile”  It felt very soothing as she massaged my back, legs  and butt with the salve.

I asked Catalina; “what is it like being his slave… I mean do you have any limits?” “She said I love my Master a great deal and I would do anything he asks of me” I asked; “Including dying?” She said “yes absolutely – he owns me completely and can do what he wants to me.”.  I nodded my head yes as I absorbed her answers.

She said; “Lyn I know Master Vicente likes you a great deal. He sees great potential in you and I know that he would love to have you be part of our family.”  I replied; “I have very strong feelings for him too. I had those feelings from the first moment I met him. But I have so many questions.” She said; “Of course, we are here to help discern the right thing to do for yourself. “ I said; “Thank you!

“The first question I have is – Who is Vicente?  He told me that he  is a diplomat and an international executive… but he seems to be more than that.” She nodded her head indicating that I should go on. I continued; “I can sense his presence when I don’t see him and he always knows what I am thinking… it seems mystical.”  She relied; “I know exactly what you are thinking Lyn. I will try to explain.

Master Vicente’s ancestry goes back to the ancient Mayan gods
thousands of years ago. He is a decedent of those gods.” I said; “as amazing as that sounds – I believe it”.  She continued; “One of Master Vicente’s goals is to revive the ancient cultures that was crushed by the Spaniard and European conquest of Central; and South America”.  Having studied those civilizations in school I understood what she was saying.

I said: “so Sir Vicente is a god?..... “ and a flash of insight hit me…  “and as a god … he requires human sacrifice?”  Catalina smiled and said; “exactly Lyn, you catch on quickly!”  I continued; “that is why he needs slaves…to be sacrificed to him?” She said; “yes!”.

She could tell that I needed a few moments to absorb what I had just observed …..but my mind was spinning.

After a few moments I asked; “how many slaves does Sir Vicente own?” She replied; “That is a complex question, I think he currently owns several hundred meat/slaves around the world”  I gasped at the amount! “It is a surprising number!”  But he also heads a syndicate called the International Slave Trade Association which we call ISTA for short.”  I nodded my understanding.   “ISTA has about 100 Masters who own many meat/slaves themselves”.  The Masters gather periodically to trade and sell meat/girls among themselves and to lobby governments to not pass laws that would regulate the trade.”   I said; “wow this is bigger than I ever imagined”.

She said “it is even bigger than that, if you consider all the girls who desire what you and I desire for but have no Master or direction.” I thought [“she is right, 24 hours ago I was seeking a direction and had nowhere to go.. I think I am discovering my purpose in life.]”

I asked “are all these Masters the same as Sir Vicente?” She said “not at all…some are as good as Master Vicente, but others are crude and cruel slavers…..all of Master Vicente’s meat/slaves are volunteers but some of the others kidnap girls….. Master tries to keep these bad ones in check”

I asked about what she meant by slave/meat.  She said “that when a girl commits to Master she becomes his property for him to do what he wants to her -  she is also meat because she has the potential to be sacrificed and then eaten” I gasped again “Eaten!?!?”

She went on “Yes, when we eat a meat the spirits of those slave / meats will live in our bodies and souls forever. “  I said; “I can never eat another human …that would taste disgusting!” Catalina smiled at me warmly saying; “this morning at breakfast, the cream, fat and ham were all from meat/girls… and now they live within you forever.”  I shuddered;” I ate human flesh? ” She asked; “Wasn't it delicious?”

I had to admit that it tasted very good and I did have a craving for more. I needed a minute to comprehend what I just heard.. it was both shocking and exhilarating at the same time.  I thought “I became a cannibal this morning…. and I want more… and they are asking me to meat for other cannibals”

Catalina reached over and hugged me saying; “I know it is a lot of information at once…..but if you become one of us you will be part of thousands of women in the world and millions going back to the beginning of time, when a caveman first killed another for food.”

She said; Master Vicente will tell you more later on……But you should rest up and talk to the other girls later. Master is not expecting you to make a decision until you are comfortable to do so”.

She kissed me on the forehead and told me to get some sleep. I laid down on the pillow and fell right to sleep.

Lyn’s  Dream

As I slept I had a very vivid dream.


I was standing at the base of a huge stone pyramid with steep steps. At the top of the pyramid was an altar and a large fire billowing red smoke.

As I stood at the first step I watched nude women walk up the steep steps as if they were in a wedding march.At the top I could see Sir Vicente standing. He was naked as well except for the head piece of a Mayan god and a leopard cape over his shoulder and gold arm bands.  My heart was beating rapidly as I looked up at him.  In one hand he had a scepter and in the other the ceremonial knife that I had found in Mexico when I was in college.

When the last girl walked up to the first step of the pyramid, I began to follow her.

I heard Sir Vicente bellow “No!” And the guards held me back. I struggled to get free from the guards but I could not.

I cried up to him “Why?”

He said; “You have not overcome your fears”

I began to cry; “Vicente,  I want to live in you”

He thundered “then embrace your darkness!”

In his hand was a heart that he had cut out of a slave. It was dead white and not beating.

With a mighty heave he threw the heart down at my feet. When it hit the grass the ground opened up into a deep dark pit.Then a rope came down from the heavens. He told the guards to wrap my hands around the rope but not to tie me. Then he said  ‘swing her over the pit.”

I was frightened and grasped the rope so hard that my hands began to bleed.

Sir Vicente then said “choose your life or your darkness!”

I looked down into the endless pit and was scared. Then I looked up to him. He was sacrificing the next slave. Blood was flowing down the steps and into the pit, the blood from my hands had soaked my hair and was streaming over my body.

I then looked back up to him…. and I yelled – I choose my darkness!. And I let go of the rope.
I began to fall faster and faster into the darkness.

As I was falling I could see my life pass me by me ….all my joys, all my disappointments all  the people who I had sex with since grammar school…. the people I loved and those who betrayed me and  all my dreams and nightmares – it was a kaleidoscope of memories and emotions and feelings.

Finally I was coming to the bottom of pit,  there was a bright light and I could see everything. There were thousands of radiant women as far as I could see.

I saw a huge leopard with his mouth open....., in his mouth was the heart that Sir Vicente had thrown down but now it was bright red and beating like my own heart.

I fell into the leopard mouth and he swallowed me whole.... and I had an orgasm.

I woke up startled.

Vicente was straddling me and I realized that he had just fucked me while I was asleep.

I said Master I want to be in you!

He smiled and said, “I know”


The end of Part 1