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Having control over my feet taken from me - that took time to learn to deal with.

Humans walk. That is one fundamental part of being human. If you don't like something you can 'walk away from it'. If a human wants to make a point you 'make a stand'. If you support something you 'go the extra mile' for it.

All these things imply that you control your feet. When my owner introduced keeping me barefoot in shackles and chain – that was intense. Coming home from work, getting out of shoes and socks, kneeling down to have my feet chained – being in the house doing small measured steps, I certainly cannot ‘walk away’ from things. Sitting on the sofa, my feet shackled and chained, I will not ‘make a stand’. And when we are out'n'about together - me barefoot in shackles and a short walking chain, I will certainly not 'go the extra mile'.

Having no control over my feet lets me feel quite intensely that I am a slave. Like a book put on a shelf, like a bicycle locked in a shed, I am an item. I am unlocked for a purpose. My mouth is opened for eating and speaking, for kissing and singing, else I am gagged. My arms are free to do tasks and chores or cuddles but if they are not needed, they are tied away. And at home there is really no reason to keep my feet free.

Having my feet bare and chained in place - I will not withdraw them. They are on offer for my owner to do whatever needs doing. If my mind is on fire, anxieties and worries crushing my soul, then whipping the soles of my feet is an intense pain medication to flush out toxic thoughts. Like with any bitter medicine - my feet locked in place - there is no resisting, My mouth gagged, I do not embarrass myself by begging or pleading.

Having my feet bare and chained in place - I do not own them. If I need to get into town, I may borrow them. I might be allowed to cover them in socks and shoes. Coming back home, getting out of shoes and socks, kneeling down, I am giving them back to their owner to lock then up.

Being a slave liberates me from misguided will and want, from worries or anxieties but having my mind set free comes at the price of having me body secured. 

#slave #enslaved #barefoot #shackled feet #tied feet #chained #soles

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Oh, imagine being out and about in those secured with a short walking chain. Pure bliss.

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Being ringed by a loving, caring owner is intense. Every movement, every look in a mirror, every breath a reminder that one is property.

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Having your breath taken away from you is intense.

Humans experience breathing as automatic, as a right as a thing of nature.

Feeling that your breath is a gift given to you from your owner; feeling that your breath can be granted or taken - now, that goes a long way in deleting the human and shaping the slave.

#slave #enslaved #breath control

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A wonderful description of how it needs considerable force to delete the human being and to resurrect it as a slave.

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I want a place like that.

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Looks scary as hell but at the same time it looks so safe, so inviting. No awkward twisting and twitching. No ashamed closing of legs, no turning away. No embarrassing begging.

A mounted slave, offering free access to its owner - scary as hell and surprisingly liberating.

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Oh, I would love one of those!

A cosy place for my owner to keep me.

A safe place for my owner to mount me.

A secure place for my owner to discipline me.

What more could one want.

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Outdoorbondage is an intense sign of ownership.

We walk past the last houses, turn off the trodden path and my owner gently turns me round, secures my arms behind. I kneel down. Shoes and socks are taken and my bare feet shackled.

Sometimes and arm around my shoulders, sometimes my owner leads me by a leash to my collar.

We come to an old fallen tree. My owner unlocks a shackle and then ties up my foot. "See you later, love!" And moments later I am alone. I am locked in place, like a precocious toy. If a human being came along, I could do nothing but stand obediently in my place. At home I am usually secured. My hands in mittens or my arms locked away, my mouth spread or gagged, my feet shackled and chained. But outside, in public my enslavement feels much more intense. I am a slave for everyone to see.

I present my bare sole. I know that my owner will be back later with a fresh and subtle cane. I will kiss the cane before my sole is whipped crimson.

I wait. Safe. Secure. A thing locked into its place. I am a slave.

Outdoorbondage is an intense sign of ownership.

#slave #enslaved #barefoot #shackled feet #tied feet #chained #soles #foot torture #bastinado #falaka #outdoo #outdoorbondage

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It is an intense and a scary experience to offer my bare feet to my owner for execution. 

Human beings 'make a stand'. Humans 'go the extra mile'. Standing upright, going, walking - all that is a very human thing to do. Having that taken away from me is intense.

Who controls my feet, controls my mind.

Who controls my soles, controls my soul. 

A harsh Falaka puts me in my place, on hands and knees, looking up to my owner. I've marked my soles for execution. I am ready to be broken.

#slave #enslaved #barefoot #tied feet #soles #foot torture #bastinado #falaka

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The first warmer days ... my owner giving me a loving nudge: out!

We stroll up the hill, past the last houses. We turn off the path. A nudge. I turn around. My hands are secured. My owner takes my shoes and socks. I am wearing my shackles underneath. I get a short walking chain. A hug. A kiss. "Meet you at the old gate by the railway line."

I gulp. That is a long way barefoot in shackles and chain. Another encouraging hug. I nod. My owner walks of in long, firm human strides. Deep breath. I shuffle of in careful, measured slave steps. 

#slave #enslaved #barefoot #shackled feet #tied feet #chained #soles #outdoorbondage

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Home!

Home from work. Free from the hustle and bustle of human life.

My owner hugs me. “You’re well?”

I nod. A long, loving kiss. “Do you need your mouth?”

I shake my head. “I do!” I get another kiss and then my owner gags me. “Do you need your arms?”

I shake my head. I turn. Backpack! My owner ties my writs to my elbows. It is comfortable. I am totally helpless.

My owner leads me to the comfy chair, helps me sit down. My socks come off. My owner shackles my feet. I am chained.

A hug. “Love you!” I snuggle up, safe, secure, loved, looked after, enslaved.   

#slave #enslaved #barefoot #shackled feet #tied feet #chained #soles

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The soles are a window to the soul.

A skilled, loving and caring owner can use the slaves feet to control the slave; mind and body.

It is scary as hell to freely offer the slave feet for execution but it is amazingly liberating to have them whipped to pulp. Every blow deep into the arch smashes the mind. Whipping the toes breaks the soul. With the feet executed the slave is on hands and knees; ready to serve, ready to be kept.

When with every step I do my feet hurt, I am reminded that my place is on my knees. Standing tall is for humans.

SLAVEPUPPY TORTURED ON FEET DAILY FOR HARD DISCIPLINE

#slave #enslaved #barefoot #soles #foot torture #bastinado #falaka

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It is a harsh truth that it needs a firm Master to crush a boy and then to use the shards and fragments to put together a happy and content slave boy. Removing free will is like pulling a foul tooth - painful but liberating, saving even.

YOUNG SLAVEBOY ISOLATED AND WILL NEVER SAY NO AGAIN

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Offering the soles of your feet to your owner is scary and yet it is a privilege.

Human beings are expected to 'make a stand'. Humans 'go the extra mile'.

When your owner executes your feet, you are allowed to kneel. No great expectations. No demands or duties. Just being on hands and knees. Safe. Secure. Subdued.

#slave #falaka #bastinado

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It is very, very scary and yet very, very liberating when your owner takes full control of your mouth.

You feel that a slave mouth is a tool. Opened, it serves your owner to lick or to speak or for relief. Closed it ensures silence.

A gag is a gift to learn to endure pain.

A spreader helps you to learn to serve.

#bdsm #gagged #bound #slave #slaveboy

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Nackte Sklavenfuesse im Gras.

#slave #enslaved #barefoot #shackled feet #tied feet #chained #outdoorbondage