March 25, 2005 — March 22, 2006

The whole world is not enough.

"Pedestal" - like any grandiose sexual phenomenon has a front and back side. Living on my new model of the universe, created by the appearance in her of the Lady, this Most Beautiful of Women, he gave birth to the euphoria of permissiveness in me, an unworthy slave. The words of the Lady, said in our meeting at the Magnolia Edge, that she, thanks to our alliance with her under the aegis of Pedestal, became dependent on this marriage, deeply rooted in my flabby brain. They created in me the illusion of crazy freedom in designs and attempts to implement the most schizophrenic ideas, paranoiac desires, scandalous fantasies. Having broken the care and delicacy of the then fragile personal ties with my Treasure, I thoughtlessly gave free rein to the most perverted energy industry. But the dialectic is a very harsh thing and definitely demands compensation for any rash freedom of a man in a world dominated by the harsh principles and tough laws of Female Domination.

The idiocy of the situation generated by my speculation is aggravated by the fact that the result of her execution was a completely bastard finale, namely, I ended up in the hospital, almost lost my mind, put our beautiful world in jeopardy. Not to mention the fact that this was, perhaps, the most expensive and organizationally troublesome project. The project, where the expended forces and considerable funds collapsed on the mediocre head that created it.

It is necessary to admit directly that the stated events took place much earlier than their chronological presentation according to the vectors of the novel. The vector set by the temporary dial on figure 7 in the title does not correspond to the real flow of life situations. Then the question arises: why is it “vector 7”?

I remembered the stupid test of student time: the test must quickly call an odd number from 0 to 10. He calls, and the interpretation is as follows: 1 - genius, 3 - mediocrity, 5 - talent, 7 - fool, 9 - adventurer. I then called the number 9, and now I understand that I met - 7. Like the numbering of this vector.

And yet - it was necessary to consistently go through certain vector stages, to gain mind and courage to describe it. Even now I am not quite ready for this ... But to write is to be free! So, gathering ...

Let's start! Leaving the hospitable south, I was remembered by the words of the Lady that she, in contrast with our relations with her, wanted to reduce me to two or three professional dominians, so that I could feel the difference and appreciate properly the Pedestal miracle. In addition, the Mistress let slip the strong, shocking feelings of a slave while using his Mrs. components of a lesbian game, sophisticated humiliation of a slave during her sexual contacts with a man or men, zoophilic coloring sessions Mrs. - a slave.

Maybe it was said in the order of general reasoning without concrete plans, but we are so arranged that if something sunk into memory, beckoned, then caustic alkali eats away from within. A man, no matter how rewarded by fate, will forever be tormented by the question:

“Does the sky have an eighth level?”

Man is by nature insatiable. We are doomed to want more, forgetting what is needed and weigh the consequences well. Where exactly! I, with my obsessive ideas, one way or another, began to create conditions for the words of the Lady to be realized.

As a petty dirty dog ​​collects all sorts of rubbish and slips it to decent people, prudently explaining his abomination with good intentions, so am I in conversations, deeds, close everyday communication with the Mistress no-no, yes, he shoved pieces of phrases and hints at his transcendent desires. However, they would still ever break through like a festering abscess, so that the Mrs. intuitively realized them in a form acceptable for themselves and a convenient time. Of course, she was not obliged to fulfill the promises made to the slave.Moreover, the failure to fulfill promises, the destruction of the slave’s hopes is one of the main components of the Domination: she promised to allow, but did not allow, promised not to beat - and unexpectedly struck. This is contempt for the slave, his real humiliation in his and his eyes. For her, he - a nonentity! And she is for him - unpredictable and insidious, but a delightful and adorable goddess! But! Our agreements were not defined in the “Slave Mistress” status, and she clearly took this into account! In addition, to be one step ahead of anyone is her credo. She is brought up in self-respect. She is so!

Conceived recklessness was fueled by widespread brainwave. In particular, the ideas of swingers, singing a perverted thrill from savoring the demonstrative marital and non-married betrayal of a loved one. Putting his wife under another man or husband, copulating with another woman in front of his wife. Is this not extreme masochism? And what if it is such a keen and unknown pleasure that will eclipse the previously known pleasures? Savor, as a beloved woman has sex in front of you with another, and even mocking you. Indeed, in these cases, the woman manifests her open preference for another man, a group of men, and if she is to dream, then an animal or object. Preference in the destructive comparison with you, contempt for you as a man, and indeed in complete crushing neglect of your presence in the world. And the Cuckold Clubs - husbands who get high on their whore wives? Just an avalanche of all sex idiocy generated by inflamed brains.

Thus, a critical mass was formed in our relations with the Mistress, which could not but result in the radiation of events. And as the wire went electrical impulse, setting in motion various mechanisms. Mrs. unequivocally made me understand that the project has entered a phase of practical implementation. She has changed, has changed and become our usual way of life. Telephone conversations, visits to meetings, searches on the Internet and at the address bureau fell like buckets. Madam did not dedicate anything to me, but the rhythm of her life was radically activated, she became withdrawn, silent and tense. For any of my attempts to somehow grasp the situation, there was a concise but firm answer:

“You’ll find out when the job is done.” Do not bother me!

One evening, Mrs. told me:

- So, dear, everything seems to have grown together. We start the movement in a spiral. What is conceived and what you secretly or obviously dream about will come true. First, of course about me. You will be honored to observe me in a sex party with the following variations: sparing your psyche, because as you say you love me, in the first stage - with one partner, you will be distanced from us. Details later. The second stage, you will directly participate in the quality of human fittings. If you do not know what it is - dive into the Internet, in the Femdom section, you will find out the details in due time. And the third stage - you as a slave in my group sex session or orgy if you don’t understand. There are a couple of options here: I will also select partners for myself and determine their number. The confidentiality is absolute, we will be masked and no one can recognize us. Everything is calculated to the smallest detail.

She spoke without paying attention to my shock reaction. No, when we fantasize - everything is easy and simple. Now, a formed project has already been issued for implementation. And her every word twisted me in an arc. The stopper from the consciousness that I was about to be the last idiot in the world would push my Treasure into the depths of sexual pleasures with other men was deafening. I, having gathered a full chest of air, and unpacking all the bins of my eloquence, began to discourage the Lady, I swore to her eternal love, confessed to my wicked dementia, prayed for forgiveness and asked to cancel everything and forget it like a bad dream.

Mrs. let me speak and answered with a grin:

“Now you remind me of a train station whore, torn by lust and hunger ...”