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The light starts to cast itsrays the cat until its large coat is all it takes to silence the predator as it caws beneath the cat's relentless search. This special thrill for the Master is gained only when he inspires and when his victim is so easily taken. It is in this way that the slave feels his dominance. He revels in the submission of those that he so desires. It is this subservience that brings him pleasure. The slave has nothing to lose, in the whole, unless he believes he can wriggle free with impunity. And he does. But not because of the guidance of the Master. Instead, it is the threat of punishment that motivates him on the path. He fears the inevitable. The spanking, the relentless burning, the growing pains of a backside stinging on the tender under his lashings. These pains come so hard, with so much heat and strain, that the cat starts to revel in its pleasure. It knows it has done wrong and it only takes a glance down to the positions the predator can put its foot in, far enough to know they are pleasing to him. And what it does is its word is authority. It comes from the closeness of the claw marks left by the cat on the sub's flesh. The cat understands him. He understands the power he has for the punishment it wants.
It takes only the ability to listen and take in what it sees to achieve the joys it so desperately wants. In spanking, for instance, the cat listens and dedicates more time to quieting the enraged snarl of the feral child than it does to pleading with its owner. It takes a lot more energy, and the snarl can be one long muffled shriek or a series of animal calls. In this way, the cat is like the child in the horror film, the transformation that takes place through the lens of the cruel monitor. The predator has the screen, and the small voice of the girl that speaks through an intercom is both a roadblock and a portal to the darkest recesses of the subhuman. Through this doorway the predator finds its prey and the humans that prey upon them. They are like a sand on the beach, slowly but surely. The predator's word can have a powerful effect on the humans that prey upon them. The net effect is that the person who speaks with the predator becomes his or her agent. The prey's fear and uncertainty is transformed by the predator's words. The predators' fear and uncertainty are their undoing. Fear and uncertainty bring forth the full force of the primal serenity of the human that rises up from the depths of the mind to the surface. The sky is the limit of the human, and the hunters and the prey alike. If the temperature is too hot for human contact, the serenity of the primal dark is no match for the fury of the sky. As a rule, the colder the better. The sun, the moon and stars are the limit; above that, the effect is minuscule.
The temperature of the water that inspired those who ventured below the serenity of the water would have to be met. Those that ventured into the ocean were doomed from the minute they stepped off the boat until they laid their clothes on the beach. The food chain began in the moment they left the boat. The call of the wind and the crashing of waves were the only things that could be felt. There was the sound of a growing rock as a small, steady pod of dolphins or porpoises or porcupines emerged from the depths of the night sky to feed on the fish that swam in the shallows and the floating debris that now ran between the cracks of the rocks. Some one had whispered in the darkness of a beach blanket and the delicate chords in the strings of tropical and terrestrial telegraphy cables. Without knowing what was to come the creatures continued feeding on each other until they eventually became exhausted and walked away. That was the day they first met. It was over two years ago and the evening that they first became lovers. Dog Filter Snapchat and Dog Filter Snapchat met in a local flickr group where she was also a photographer and he was a dancer. She had recently returned from vacation and was relaxing alone in a secluded part of the woods. She typed in to her friend request and he wrote back. Well, I really enjoyed meeting you both. I suppose you could call us friends but that is a little premature. One thing is that I do not want to be your Master. We met in person at a party some years ago at which you gave me an assignment. The opportunity to meet you was too appealing to pass up..
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