The Personal Lair of The Digital Dragon

testing out blogilo for kde. perhaps the setting change I made will help

testing out blogilo for kde. perhaps the setting change I made will help

This is a post I have been meaning to do for a long time but just now finally getting around to it.

I have a new kajira in my life.  She has stood by my side during many things over the last few months.  There has been many issues I have had to deal with lately including the loss of dragonsangel from my life.  This is a long story I do not wish to cover but it needed said that for now she is gone from my life.  I do not know if she will return and I am not sure it matters right now.

My new kajira will be known as simply lil0ne.  Her blog can be found at masterslil0ne.thedigitaldragonslair.net.  She has been a new found joy in my life over the last few months.  She has kneeled by my side as I have dealt with many things patiently and calmly.  She has listened to my rants, my furious outbursts, and the moments of weakness when the turmoil of all things were nearly to much for me.  When she came into my life I never would have imagined to start peeling back the layers into her being to discover a love slave.

My own actions nearly cost me her some time ago but we survived these issues and have forged a relationship far deeper and richer than just a Master slave relationship could be on it’s own.  I move forward slowly peeling the layers of her life back revealing each one discovering more of her to myself.  Each layer reveals a new richer layer of my lovely little she-sleen to me and brings a deeper meaning to her enslavement.

Of all the things that she is that I now own the one that is the most important to me.  It is her heart.  This is something that could not be taken by force.  She has given this to me of her own choice.   She is a truely magnificent addition to my life and has enriched my day to day life.

I am now leaving for a two week road trip after many things have happened in our lives.  Some important decisions we have made.  Yes I said we because some of them are two important and to early in her enslavement to me to merely make this decision for her.  But the as we progress she surrenders more and more of her exsistance to my will.

I will miss her on this trip and look forward to my return to see her and to allow her to assume her rightful place, kneeling at my feet.

“it is good to own women” – Tarl Cabbot

It’s dark as we drive threw the woods. The headlights illuminate our way cutting a path threw the darkness ahead of us until we arrive at that secluded spot that is a haven for us. She sits beside me wearing only the collar I have allowed her and a blindfold denying her the ability to see where we are.

I bring the car to a stop and open my door the nights chill seeps in and she turns her head to me asking a single question. “where are we master” she asks quietly.

I reply to her my voice carrying a commanding tone to her. “Did I not tell her she was not to ask questions tonight.”

She replies quietly dropping her head suitably for this infraction “Please forgive me master”.

“She will stay her until I retrieve her” I tell her.

I walk to the back of the car and unload the few suplies I have brought along for the evening. Wood for the fire, rope for my amusement, my whip and a old stereo with a simple drum track in it. I build the fire in the middle of the clearing taking my time making her wait for her audacity to question when she was told not to. I set all the things where I want them taking my time and enjoying a cigarette as I do.

Finally all things are in place and and I walk to the car and open the door to the seat she is in. Her head jerks to me but before she can speak I tell her “Not a word until I tell her. If she understands she will simply nod her head”. She nods her head and I take her by the collar and pull her out of the escape allowing her to walk behind me as I lead her to the fire. The cold air reaches out and caresses her sweet curves causing her to breath in sharply. She hears the crackle of the fire and I can tell by her posture with out even looking at her face she is smiling.

I lead her to a spot a few feet in front of the fire and face her back to it. “kneel” I tell her. She does quickly and with out hesitation. I place one final item in the fire before taking my chosen spot and sit back and light a cigarette. She squirms some in consternation perhaps at the wait and the silence. I wait enjoying watching her naked and kneeling helpless to what is going on around her.

I reach over and flip the switch to the radio on starting the primitive beat. Instantly every fiber in her body tightens fighting the urge to begin swaying. I wait a few moments more and I hear the first whimper from her and the first flexing of her muscles wanting to move to the music. “She may dance but the blindfold stays on”. She whimpers in a brief moment of panic and fear thinking of the dangers of dancing near the fire unable to see but she quickly starts her movements. She dances on the ground writhing and dancing her desire and passion.

I let her dance watching enjoying her movements. She dances well. “crawl to me little one”. She does her breath ragged the heat of her desire, her need evident in her movements. I allow her to crawl up to me. “present her pretty face to me”. As she does I pull her by the collar towards me and crush her lips in a kiss. She moans deeply beneath me as I roll her on her back never breaking the kiss as I pin her below me and take her slowly fufiling our desires.

As we lay on the ground after she rolls up against me pressing her cheek against my thigh. I reach down and caress her lovely face. “Roll on her back and extend her hands before her wrists crossed” I command of her. As she does I reach over and take the coil of rope in my hand and quickly bind her wrists before her and pull her to her feet dragging her to a nearby tree. I push her back against it kissing her deeply as I pull her arms over her head. “leave them there” I then tie her hands above her head and then tie her right thigh to the same tree tightly removing her ability to move it.

I walk to the fire and pull out the item placed in it. A simple homemade metal K on a rod. It is glowing well now. I stride to her and pull the blindfold from her and watch recognition forming on her face as she realize why she is tied as she is and what I hold in my hand.

“She knows what this is”

slowly she nods her head.

“I give her permission to speak now after this one question. Does she beg to feel the kiss of master’s iron upon her?”

well after losing control of my google voice account for about 72 hours it is now fully back under my control.

what a fucked up situation…………….  time to see what stupid shit was caused with it while I wasn’t in control

The way we meet was complety coincidental but magnificent. I had been sitting on top of a rock watching the sun set. I was just leaning back enjoying the feel of the sun’s fading rays as I leaned back against the rock when a shadow was cast over me. I opened my eye’s to see a angelic face peering down at me. I say angelic for at the time I did not know what it was I truly was gazing upon but that simply I was staring into the face and pale green eye’s of the most beautiful woman I think I had ever meet.

She was of a small frame. Maybe five foot five and a hundred some pounds with long gently curling brown hair cascading over her shoulder’s and framing her face as she stared down at me. She did not flinch back when I opened my eye’s she just continued to stare at me with those same pale green eye’s that I just began to notice had darkened circle’s around them. The kind of dark circles you see around someone who had been crying or hadn’t sleept in days, I could not help but wander which it might be for surely someone as magnificent as the creature standing above me had to reason to weep?

A smile seemed to flicker upon the corner of her lips as she watched me. Softly, so softly I could barely hear her she whispered “I’m sorry to disturb you I will leave alone sir to enjoy the sunset”.

This made me laugh and I responded “I will not accept your apollogy madame if you simply attempt to say that you are sorry and sprint away from me taking such a lovely sight away from my vision.”

A deep blush and a sweet smile raced across her face as she responded “Thank you sir but I have caused far to much trouble for far to many and I do not wish to bring a burden to bare upon you.”

“Nonsense little one, please come and sit with me and join the passing of this day as it herealds the night into exsistance.” I said as she attempted to turn and walk away “Beside’s who are you to truly judge what would be a burden upon me?”

“Please kind sir I know what trouble’s I have brought upon those around me and I wish not to bring a stranger into these matters.” She said her concern obvious on her face.

“Tell me what is your name little one?” I asked non chalantly hoping she would take this bait.

“Why sir my name is Avi…….” her voice trailing off as she said it

” Greeting’s Avi I am Dimitri, or atleast that is what you may call me. It is a pleasure to make your acquantance and no longer be a stranger to one as beautiful as you. Now since we are no longer strangers surely you would have no qualm with sitting beside me and enjoying the setting sun?” I asked coley of her.

“Dimitri” she said to me a slight giggle in her voice “I do believe sir that you have decieved me to gain my acquantance.”
I allowed a hint of mock indignation to creep into my voice “why My lady how could you ever accuse me of such a heinous crime as decieving you just to make your acquantance so that I might enjoy the company of a maiden so fair as you. What type of villian would do such a thing just to enjoy the company of a woman as beautiful as you and enjoy her company.”

[21:29] yo yo yo
[21:31] yo your boat
[21:33] gently down the stream
[21:33] cranky cranky cranky
[21:34] life is but a OMG WTF IS SHE DOING!

Recently I my kajira made the mistake of calling me a bitch and a dumbass when we were out recently.  I was tempted to end the day at that moment but are time is severly limited as it is so I decided to continue with the night.  I have to tended towards not punishing her for these mistakes in the past but after her commenting that she wants help to curb these tendencies of her.

So I have decided upon using a physical punishment to curb these moments. I am going to use a tongue clamp made from two chopsticks or similiar objects banded together with 2 rubber bands.  She will be required to apply this device to her tongue for 1 minute for every digression she makes on this front.  Also she does not know this at the time of this writing that she will be required to use it upon her wagging tongue for 2 minutes if words such as these are used against me in the future.

We will see how quickly this brings her in line.

Cheers

Let me appologize for the size of this update it has been awhile since I last posted a update to the story and have recently had a streak of inspiration.

How I yearned for the simpler times when just my roar would scare the fragile humans back into there caves to huddle around there fires. When that was all it took to get them to flee and allow me to continue on with my exsistance as I allowed them to continue on with there’s. Sadly that time had passed many ages ago when they first tied rock to stick. They only became more annoying as time passed as they learned to pull from the mountain and forge stronger weapons and protection for themselves. Yet they still never learned the wisdom of when to use there toys and when to put them away.

As I watched her I became aware of her sobs and inside of them her chocked sobs crying about her mother it seems. It was hard to be sure her voice was so soft amongst her muffled cries. It was interesting. Perhaps it would prove something worth waking for if for nothing else it has been years since I have last interacted with anyone. So I laid there and and watched her for a time. I had forgotten what angels looked like. It had been long since any of the celestial chorus had last been known to be on this planet. Far longer than man had had learned to pull from the mountain the raw materials for there primitive weapons of war. It took me some time to realize that this must be a child amongst the angels. So long since I had seen a human that I did not realize that this one laying in my coils was smaller by half than any adult human would be and angels often were of same size as mature angels.

As she sobbed I couldn’t help but to just watch. I had withdrawn for so long I had forgotten what the humans had looked like. Many may wonder if they have ever seen an angel before. Let me tell you as one who has long since seen many of the true wonders of the world crumble or fade from this world that it is not hard to know an angel but many would discount what they saw. Angels look like humans when they hide there wings, something they don’t often share with the world, but there are subtle things that give them away. A perfection to the form that is rarely ever seen by a mere mortal. There emotions have a way of infecting those around them. If a angel is in a joyous mood it will spread. Even the grumpiest and cantankerous of men will lighten to a pleasant friendly mood. When an angel cries even the weather takes notice and will respond with a miserable weather and a down pour will commence. So without even looking outside I knew that the weather would be miserable and all within the range of the storm would feel a malaise that would affect them for days.

How long she laid there weeping in my coils I am not sure. When I fall to the deep slumber there is little that will stir me that doesn’t threaten my resistance. So she could have been there for days. So I sat and watched, I watched this small angelic form looking for clues to why she might be hear. Slowly I noticed small cuts that would be near imperceptible to most eye’s. The remnants of injuries that would be weeks old. So I could make guess she had been injured and that she had sough out a place to hide. I give her credit for using a dragon’s lair as a hiding place. Few would have the courage to hide in a dragon’s lair, that or be that desperate. What ever vile entity would be so cruel as to attack an angel let alone a child angel deserves the agony of the Yomi kings.

Finally I had seen enough to make me decide it was time to stop watching and just ask her questions. So in my deep voice I spoke up.

“Tell me little one why you are here.” my voice rumbled

The small one curled up in my coils screamed lightly and recoiled. And then she looked at me with tears in her eyes. I felt bad for scaring her but I needed to know why she was here.

“I’m hiding Mr. Dragon” she replied in a small sheepish voice “There was one who harmed me and I’m hiding hoping that my mommy didn’t abandon me for him. I hope that she returns for me and returns to my true father.”

I couldn’t help but to chuckle some before she even finished what she was saying. And as soon as she was into telling me why she was there I regretted deeply my lapse of laughter. Tears welled up in her deep green eye’s as my laughter broke forth from my throat.

“I am sorry little one I didn’t mean to laugh at your pain. Being called Mr. Dragon was just an amusing thing to me” as I said this I could see her relax some with some of the dawning realization that I did not mean to laugh at her pain.

“Then what is your name then Sir.” She asked in one of the sweetest voices I have ever heard

“I am known as Drachenblut.” I replied to her

“Mr. Drachenblut I am Imiliya” She said as a big smile broke out across her face. “It is a pleasure to meet you sir.”

“Tell me of this one that would be so brazen as to harm someone as small and delicate as you.” I asked of her.

“I do not wish to burden Mr. Drachenblut” she replied meekly to me.

“Imilya it is not a burden so please tell me your story” I stated to her

“I will tell you parts that I know and parts that have been told to me by my mother before I had to flee for fear of my life. Part of the story Sir comes from my mother and parts of it come from my own experience” she said with tears brimming on the edges of her gorgeous emerald green eye’s

“Before you begin Imilya please tell me who your mother is” my curiosity peaked and could no longer be avoided.

“Mr. Drachenblut my mother’s name is Avi Lacrel an angel of the highest celestial choir” she said innocently enough but this was a name that made me freeze in my spot. This was a name I had not heard in countless ages. The one who had been stolen from me by a coward.

“I know your mother little one. It was countless ages ago that she once stood by my side as the love of my life. It is a angel that I still miss and wish that was a part of my exsistance” I said with a deep hurt and longing in my voice betrayed as I spoke.

She instantly brightened up as she spoke “You knew my mother Mr. Drachenblut?”

“I didn’t just know your mother little angel. Your mother and I use to be deeply involved. We were once hand bound to the other before something happened, before someone stole her away from me. It was part of the reason I withdrew from the world.” I said my voice betraying a mild trimmer in it.

“Sir you seem to know much would you please tell me does the name Damian mean anything to you” she said with much trepidation in her voice.

Instantly my eye’s ignited in pure rage. They glowed with a hate a centuries old. With a fury that was unrestrained and untamed. In the recesses of my mind I heard a muffled cry come from Imilya whether in fear or otherwise I would not be sure. It took me several minutes to regain control to bring my fury in control. At which point I noticed Imilya was curled deep in my coils with her wings shielding her.

“I’m sorry little one I did not mean to frighten you. That is the name of the one who stole her away from me. The one who stole the love of my life away from me” I confided in her “There is a rage that still burns deep in me over that, and a sorrow.”

Slowly she unveiled herself from behind her wings looking prepared to dive behind them again at a moments notice “I am sorry sir, I did not mean to cause you pain to dredge up old painful memories.”

“I am not angry with you and the pain is unavoidable. One can not travel through life with out pain.” I statement I knew she had already learned far to early in life. “But tell me how old are you little one”

“Sir I am just over 900 human years of age.” She told me leaving me aghast.

“You mentioned something of your true father what
do you know of this man?”

“Sir my mother didn’t have a chance to tell me much before I fled for safety from the wicked man known as Damian. She told me he was a very old, kind gentle soul and that she regretted that she ever had to leave him. She gave me a description but she did not have time to tell me a name. She had warned that it was dangerous at that time to tell me for Damian had placed wards against his name that would alert him and leave her in great pain if she ever spoke it.”

“Little one step down from me please. I have long been in this form and I think it best that I take my mortal guise so that we may easier converse.”

“But but but” she stammered cutely “I am very comfortable in your coils and would like to stay in them”.

“I will allow you to return to them this eve when you tire and ready to sleep again angel. But I must stretch and in this chamber it would be difficult for me to do with out injuring you.”

“oh okay” she said with a bit of cute indignation in her voice.

So she slowly slid down my coils onto the cave floor. I could see a begrudging look to her face as she slid down. Her indignation was charming. Gods how long had it been since I had interacted with humans in a way that wasn’t some vain glorious attempt of there’s. This was something I could enjoy.

“Now step back some little one. I have not done this in many years and do not wish to harm you” I said to her in my deep voice.

She stepped back slowly watching me. There was a deep curiosity in her eye’s that was enjoyable. Not one of fear or dread but the curiosity that only a child could have.

I brought my will to bear upon myself. I let my mind reach out and feel every fiber of my being. As I forced my will out to every fiber of my being I became aware of every inch of my being. I could feel every piece of it. Aware of the small nicks and scratches upon my scales from sleeping so long on a cave floor. When I could feel every last inch of my body I started to draw my will back upon itself. To reshape my body threw my will. As I condensed my will back upon itself so did my body begin to condense itself, to reshape to the form that I had long ago chosen for my mortal guise. As my body reformed I could feel the heat building. This always happened when I did this. The body generated a immense amount of heat as it reformed. Just barely on the edge of my perceptions I could hear Imilya gasp part way threw my change but I was to deep into my change to allow much of my perceptions to focus in on her at this moment. The change was nearly complete and I knew what was coming. The agony that was about to shoot threw me could never be avoided as the fibers of my being locked into it’s new form.

The scream escaped my lips before I realized it was there. It always caught me off guard. No matter how many times I did this I never knew when the pain would hit. So the change was done. One thing that always stays with me is the wings. They can be hidden if need be. There I was crouched on the ground with my black dragon wings draped around me steam rolling off my body. Moisture from the air vaporizing as it came in contact with my super heated skin. I stood slowly with moisture rolling off my wings. As I brought myself to my full height I snapped my wings open to send the water off of them and then tucked them behind me. It was at this point that I heard Imilya gasp.

“What is it little one?” I asked her

“It can’t be…. coincidence only runs so deep….. could you be the one my mother told me about” she stammered out.

At this point she started breathing rapidly and shallowly. She nearly caught me off guard as she started to swoon.I sprinted forward my motions becoming a blur catching her small frame before she even had a chance to fall backwards more than an inch. I gently scooped her up in my arms and carried her to a second smaller chamber off the main one. This was a room that I had not entered for centuries, the room I had shared with this small angels mother all those years ago. As I entered the room I instantly could pick out the smell of Avi even as faint as it was all these years later. My mind wanted to wonder but I pushed it back for the moment there would be time to reminisce when I had the little angel in my arms tucked in. I walked to the large bed in the center of the chamber and with one wing I pulled back the cover of the bed. Gently I laid the small angel on the bed and covered her up.

I walked over to the hand carved fireplace and looked into it. I had forgotten I had left a pile of wood inside of it ready for the return of my love that night but she had never returned. I reached my will deep into the inferno that was my tormented memories and I manifested them into a single point inside my throat. I could feel the heat burning. I pulled it forward in my mind but the physical manifestation of this act looked like I spit a ball of fire forth from my lips. I spit the flame at the wood instantly igniting the wood into a dancing fire. I then sat on the floor kneeling in front of the fire staring deep into the dancing flames. I watched the dancing colors of the flame and began to drift backwards into my own thoughts. I was falling into them and I knew there was no escaping them this time.

My mind drifted back to the last night we had spent together curled up together in the bed that the little angel now slept in. I could remember laying on my back with my hands tucked behind my head and the angel I loved curled up next to me. She laid there with her head resting on my arm and one hand laying gently on the center of my chest over where my heart was in my mortal form. She had gently traced her finger tips along my chest as she laid curled up next to me. I remember every tracing of her fingers over my chest and the way her lips gently brushed against the side of my face when she kissed my cheek.

My mind betrayed me and drifted deeper into this memory. The room around me faded from my vision briefly. It returned to my vision rapidly but it wasn’t the same time. I was fading backwards in my memories. I had drifted back into a distant memory of a time many ages past. I was laying on a fur skin rug on the floor in front of the fireplace. Curled against me was a slight woman. Her features were angelic. She was of a slight build standing only five and a half feet tall. Her hair was long cascading down her shoulders and gently tracing down her back ending just above the small of her back. Her eye’s were a light shade of green. A man, or a dragon for that matter, could become lost in the lure of those pale green eye’s. And then there was her smile, it was infectious. Before her I could count the number of times I had smiled on both hands but after she had come into my life I quickly forgot how many times I had smiled rapidly. She was magnificent. Even by the measure of angels she was far more than any of her so called peers.

I do not use the praise “so called peers” lightly. She was considered an outcast by her people even before she joined my life. She was far to open minded by the standards of angels. She did not view all creations that were not angels or mortals as purely evil for the fact of them not being mortals or angels. This was a rare thing for angels. Many may believe they to be creatures above such petty thoughts but this sadly is far from the truth. If anything angels are the worst of the lot when it comes to such things. Being graced by god as they have they believe they are the chosen one’s of his creations and all others are below them and as such found those of my ilk to be some of the worst. But I digress far to much at this moment.

This was a memory I was reliving was of our first night we spent in each other’s arms. It was a night that was filled with trepidation for both of us. We were far to different from each other yet there we were wrapped up in each other’s arms finding comfort and safety in the arms of one that was nearly forbidden for the other to interact with. We both knew that night we had found the one that we were meant to be with. The actions of that night went far deeper than anything of a physical nature. I found myself drawn spiritually and emotionally deep into her. I could feel myself connecting to her as poets and romantics wax on about. By the end of the night I could feel myself becoming very protective of this small angel. I wanted to claim her as my own, to claim her as the most prized piece in my horde. The crown jewel of my massive treasure horde.

The way we meet was complety coincidental but magnificent. I had been sitting on top of a rock watching the sun set. I was just leaning back enjoying the feel of the sun’s fading rays as I leaned back against the rock when a shadow was cast over me. I opened my eye’s to see a angelic face peering down at me.

Recently my kajira had left me disappointed in things she had done. Normally this would be the end of the story but in her time of disappointing me she actually managed to shine.

What do I mean by this? Well the very obvious remorse she had for her actions and disappointing me shown. This has shown me that she has hit a new level in her enslavement to me. This enslavement is something she has willing choosen and wants. The remorse she has shown has shown me her deeping commitment to that which she desires, that being her total surrender to my will.

Also today I made a off hand comment about the laptop that she purchased being “my laptop” and that I wanted to use it she instantly reacted by reaching into the backpack that the laptop in question was in and handed it over to me. There was no back talk and no arguments. This again shows me how deep she allowing herself to go. The level of commitment she has towards reaching her goal.

She is continually making me proud of her with her each action and even in her ability to disappoint me she has managed to make me proud of her.

For now I bid thee well fair reader

Cheers