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I'm flying to NYC in a couple of days to spoil someone. Just let me know if it should be you! |
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is there anybody local to San Antonio offer key holding services? I think my sex drive is too high! Of course if your local and also take care of other things that you need to have done around your house cleaning cooking whatever you want.. driving you. |
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I have a question for superior ladies out there. Is a slave a male slave is it OK if he becomes a millionaire are multimillionaire? Is he allowed to own so much our own anything? |
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I am running out of money to buy any additional Christmas presents, so if you have not got your ORDER in I may not be able to send you anything this year! |
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sometimes one needs to be used! I even crave it right now! |
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Chicago's Isabelll
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Because I can kick your Alfa's ass whenever I want... you are the only reason I don't. You protect him. You tell me to give him money for your dates, when I should just give it to you! He should work harder for you and have more than one job, as I do. I have a hard time being a chuck knowing I am superior to him. My age is holding me back at this time. |
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Does any woman need her feet kissed, cleaned and pampered? We can go shopping if you wish! Or I can clean your home while you go out tonight! Whatever pleases you! |
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Saw this somewhere and got excited by the thought of it:
Well...you seem to think "serving" means licking feet, having all the sadistic attention on you, having your ass reamed. All of that involves YOUR desires, so you're confused on what it means to actually SERVE, you selfish fool. I'm going to teach you what real servitude entails, and I'm going to start with a Ladies' Night party, where you will be no more than a utilitarian device meant to make our time more enjoyable. For US. OUR wants. Not yours. This is a humiliator gag, and it's My favorite toy. Attachments click onto it seamlessly. Among others, I have ashtray and drink tray attachments, and you're going to wear each of them during your time serving US at OUR party. Our pleasure and ease will be your only focus. Nothing else. Learn to not get distracted by Our beauty and power, and push through your dick's needs to prove your usefulness. We will cage that cock and get real, true service out of you. As you kneel, quietly because you are nothing but a piece of furniture, you will anticipate Our every need. Watch each cigarette and joint closely, so that you will have your slave face right under it when it's ready to be ashed. Crawl around to each Woman exactly when you can be used, and do not disturb Our conversation. Do not drop the ashes. We will slap your stupid face, hard, and you will learn through punishment and lick up anything you spill. Our drinks will stand strong on your mouth tray, and you will not spill a single drop. We will not lift a finger to serve Ourselves, because you will be Our butler, ashtray, drink table, and silent pet, with your entire life's purpose in front of you: To serve Woman. |
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If any women in San Antonio, wants me to be a butler, house cleaner, driver, footstool, or whatever slave you decide for this weekend, please let me know. have a great weekend. I just wanted it to be even better! |
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I love that picture below. I picture her just doing some reading or shopping online with my credit card while I make sure she enjoys me cleaning her ass. Yes, I get a woody thinking about that! |
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Oh and the journal below can actually include slave or submissive women. What I mean is I would put all of my efforts into pleasing that woman! If she liked to be dominated, so be it, I would make it happen because it pleased her. |
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I think I am literally obsessed with beautiful women. It's not that I don't meet any. I take women out way above my pay grade, way younger and have it all going on.... and I adore them for it. I have no problem lavishing them with ongoing gifts to make them smile. There really are a lot of beautiful woman out there and I sometimes act like a kid in a candy shop. That is why I know I'd be better off being owned. I would love to meet a woman who would sit me down and tell me I am owned by her and that for now on all big life decisions will be made by her or at her direction and I would put all my efforts into pleasing that woman! Ah, such a beautiful dream! |
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the chains and whips don't really excite me but the women holding them really do!
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I have a question that probably won't be answered.
Can we be winners instead of losers... only we just want to keep a beautiful woman on a pedestal and make her very happy by doing and giving all that she asks for? Does wanting to keep a woman happy in every sense of the word, does that really make us losers?
To be really honest, spending time with me makes you think about what a loser your boyfriend is or must be for not taking care of you the way you deserve. |
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Thank you to Miss Becky for allowing me to clean her home while she goes out with my credit card shopping and dinning with her bo. |
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If anyone local needs a servant for the long weekend or a driver, or whatever, please write back if I can make your life easier! Everyone please have an amazing weekend! |
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I think deep down all men want their women happy whether it's through domination or being dominated. I have done both. Where one woman like to have her hair pulled while wearing nipple clamps and being fucked from behind while being forced to watch it in the mirror... or whether it was having me do her bidding whatever pleased her... both were to please the woman's desires. |
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I think you can tell by my journals that I am obsessed with beautiful women and If I can find one to own me forever, I will work hard to make her happy every day! |
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I know this is going to read as silly but it's the way I think. I like to see women happy. I work hared to make sure a woman who is with me or owns me is happy. I surprise buy her gifts to make her happy. I give her massages to make her happy. I take her out and take her on shopping sprees to make her happy. I am happy when I help to make her happy. I don't think the fact that I want a woman happy makes me a loser. I don't understand why making a woman happy is a loser activity. So if someone gives me the L sign or flipps me off, I am assuming they are not happy and I have failed in my task. If I fail, I will most likely thry again with someone else who is made happy and appreciates what I have accomplished for her benefit. |
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https://iwantclips.com/previews/6989/4624f6d866211fcfac1cb021c037ad2b.mp4 |
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I just need to find my superior and rule me! |
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WANTED: FLR where the woman rules all she wants! |
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I know I've had bad thoughts. I know I should be stepped on and used or even punished for my un savory thoughts. I just can 't find a local Goddess with a real profile to do it! It hard to find vanilla women to do it either!
Frustrated!
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I know my place is to serve!! |
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I admit, I've never had a black Mistress. I don't know why. I think it would be a good life experience for me. What do you think?
The closest I ever had was a con artist who just stole money from me and lied the whole time. She goes by Bonnie Janney and is probably a guy in Nigeria. I feel pretty dumb. This is why I need a real Mistress who would never let that happen to me. |
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I love it when a woman rests her heels on my face while she watches TV or talks on the phone. Hopefully she has me take them off and then rests her feet on my face. It gives me such a great feeling to enjoy the heat of her feet and know I belong to her for as long as she will have me |
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A new year is ahead of us and I'm looking for new more focused ways to please the right women. |
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Im thinking about going to a nice hotel for Christmas Eve and Day. If anyone is not attached and wishes to have a personal slave over Christmas, please let me know as soon as possible. of course I'll bring gifts! |
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I try and fight it but sometimes I just can't. Do any of the local Goddess's need to go Christmas shopping? |
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I just want to serve to the best of my abilities and grow to be even better! Is that so bad? |
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I really miss the days when a woman would step on my dick and give me orders to how it's going to be going forward |
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I just received a message form a gorgeous lady on this site. I read her profile and journals often. I check to see if she changed out her photos as well.
I got so hard thinking about her. I always do. She just has a hold of me, I guess. I hope to meet her someday. I'm so hard though, I can't sleep. I wonder if she would mind if I finish myself off. Normally I don't do that without permission. I think I have to because I need sleep. |
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I just wanted to serve a woman for real.... using all of me and my talents. For example, today is Sunday and I'm not working. Shouldn't I at least be cleaning up a woman's apartment of home? Shouldn't I be benefiting a woman in some way? |
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I thought I found a local dome to serve. She said she wanted me to serve her and send her money. I asked how much and her address so I could drop it off. She wanted me to Money Gram it to Ohio where she or he or whomever really was.
I was so disappointed she wasn't real. |
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So I had just finish eating at a fairly nice restaurant and stood up and was placing the tip on the table. When I started to walk out an Asian guy came up to me and asked me if I could give him and his girl friend a ride home since they just lived down the street. I'm a nice guy so I said sure! When she came to the truck she was really cute although it was dark and I admit I did not see her well. I think she was either Causation or Hispanic or a half and half. Anyways she gets in the back of my Crew Cab and he follows her. She is immediately giving orders. She told him where to sit, how to sit, how to hold the leftovers, what he is going to do when they get home, on and on and on.
I thought I was going to burst right in my pants! It was so exciting to listen to the interaction between her and her boy. I got so hard! I dropped them off down the street without incident but I could not get the scene out of my mind. I wanted desperately to go back and knock at their door to see if she could find any use for me. Of course, I did not do this. When I got home, I was still hard. I realized I had not been given permission to cum, so I knew that wasn't in store for me. Oh well... a blue balls night awaits! |
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Everyone, please have a wonderful and Happy Thanksgiving! If a local Goddess needs me to clean up after her an her family for Thanksgiving, please let me know here. Have a great time and be blessed! |
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I saw this beautiful Asian woman while I was eating my lunch. She was alone, so I told the waiter to put whatever she ordered on my bill. She came over to thank me. I apologized for being forward but I told her I lover Asian women femininity especially their hands and feet. She giggled a little and we got to know each other more. When it was time to leave I pleaded with her if there was anything I could do more. She said, "Well I like shoes!" We took an extra long lunch so we could go shoe shopping. I bought her three pair at Macy's. When I placed the shoes in her car I asked her if it was OK with her to kiss her feet. She said maybe next time. Who knows, there may be a next time. I hope to see her again. |
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I wanted to vote for whomever a superior told me to. I had no one to guide me. So I voted for the far better candidate. |
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If I can't find anyone to take shopping real time tonight, is their anyone that wants to shop on line? |
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I really feel like take a gorgeous woman shoe shopping tonight. Does anyone local want to go? |
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I miss having a girl friend that would require me to worship her ass. I remember when I was being told to "dig in and clean it out good." I know Im just being totally selfish at the moment... but I treated her very well and some women like that! If you haven't tried it, you should... and your slave will be extremely grateful! |
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Being Submissive does not mean I bow to everyone or can be used by everyone. If I was servicing a woman and a man came in and ordered me around, I would most likely just kick his ass. When I submit to a woman, it is because I'm either wanting to belong to that woman or I already do. If another woman walked into a room and I was servicing a woman, I would look to my owner or future owner and her only as what she wanted me to do about the other woman wanting something. I am not nor have I ever been a community slut.
I think that is why I tend to gravitate to the FLR profiles. I would rather be in a FLR and look to her for direction |
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As of this moment, all future and current shopping sprees have been called off. Goddess has ordered me to save my money for the possibility of being owned by her |
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Normally if called, I may go take someone shopping on a Friday. I am called to take someone out tonight. I hope to have some fun!!! |
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If someone asked me to do an on line session and we have never written or spoken before, most likely I will not do it. I have before but I just prefer real time so much better. RT seems real where on line just seems a little silly to me. |
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I was hoping to get used tonight and I really had a need to eat out a woman tonight but after reading a Mistress' journal which complains about the slaves on this site, I realized I too was being selfish. I should just put myself out there.... and if a local Mistress wants to use me tonight, she will set the agenda. |
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I know there is a local Goddess that will let me take her on a shopping spree tonight. Let me know ASAP, please. |
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Special Thanks for Goddess Elizabeth for using me tonight. I hope you had a lot of fun. I really enjoyed you and am looking forward to serving you again at your whim |
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I hurt my shoulder in the gym so Im taking some extra days away from the gym. Tonight I'm in the mood to get in some trouble. I'm hoping to take a Superior shopping or serve her in some way. I will be in San Antonio if a local woman wants to use me. Just write me back and let me know. have a fun filled evening! |
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I’ve read several profiles with roomies wanted where the man provides and the woman takes only because it’s a roomy wanted profile the woman doesn’t feel obligated to the man and most likely won’t have anything real to do with him other than he can pay the bills and serve her at her whims. That’s a tough one. On the vanilla side I had roomies and it always went badly. They would eventually leave but not without stealing your stuff and you don’t really have an recourse because you were trying to be a nice guy in the first place by helping them out.
On the kinkier side, I helped out a young woman once. Her name was Katy. She told me she had no where to go. I don’t even go up stairs in my house, so she could have the whole area when she wanted her own space. It was furnished too. She stayed in the guest bedroom. She had her own living area and bathroom up there. I even got her a computer and paid for her school, so she could go back to college. I still have to blame my self. I was thinking with my dick because she would make me hard, so when she asked, I was already in “yes” mode. I’d take her to a nice dinner and when she got up, I’d stand up. She would walk by me and with an amazing amount of femininity, she would brush her hand over my cock as she walked by. If I wasn’t hard before, I’d still be hard by the time she got back from the lady’s room. Sometimes when she got back she would notice and grab me and tell me that she could not wait to get back home and see if she could ride me. She did tell me she felt it might be too big for her. It’s not but she was good at stroking the male ego too.
But when we got home there was always some excuse, she ate too much or is tired now. I would get used to falling asleep with a hard on. There are worse ways to fall asleep.
One night see woke me as she was climbing on my face. She told me she loved it when I would make her orgasm with my mouth. She even put a separate ring tone for her on my phone if she were to call me from upstairs in the middle of the night I could hurry up there. She got to the point she didn’t come down stairs anymore. She wanted me to go to her and then when she had her orgasm she would dismiss me and rollover. No cuddling. She was just done. It wasn’t too long after buzz me to do other things for her. I’d run upstairs and she would want a cheese sandwich or a drink of water. Soon she felt very comfortable asking for whatever she wanted like hot tea each night before bed. Every once in a while she would go out with the girls and come home drunk. I know she had dates too. I just told her, I don’t want to wake up in the middle of the night and find some guy in my refrigerator drinking whatever and that I prefer her to stay at his place if she wants to date. It was about that time when she told me other men would not be able to measure up to me and that she felt uncomfortable with me going out with other women and that I needed to come up with a way to make her feel better about our arrangement. She had already bought a metal cock cage which was clearly too small and she wanted me to wear it. She said only she should be in charge of our orgasms and she had a way for making me feel guilty, which I wasn’t, If I did not agree. So she would stuff it in and giggle each time she saw me with it. I really did not like it. I like getting hard. I am very loyal and had no problem giving her both keys. I liked the way Katy teased me. It was fun before. Now it’s just painful. Fairly quickly she started making more demands from me. More shopping trips and I had to do whatever she said where and whenever she said it even if it was embarrassing or other people were around. I had to go down on her twice a day, which I did not at all mind. Once in the morning and as soon as I got home from work I would kneel and await her instructions. I gave her baths, paid for her college, I bought her expensive purses, clothes, heels, Jewry and even a car. Soon it wasn’t long, when I was licking her ass, she told me she wanted to be on my accounts in case anything ever happened to me. I was worried she would just run right through the money without thought to the consequences. I’ve always been a man to do whatever it takes to keep a woman happy.
Katy also told me she was tired of the stairs and thought since she was the master of our relationship that she should stay in the master bedroom down stairs and I should move upstairs. She told me not to worry, there would be days where I’d be sleeping on the floor by the bed or in the master closet if she had friends over. She told me not to worry about that either. I could still participate by waiting on them and cleaning up after them afterward. I’m pretty sure she meant sexually as well.
I got that hint when she told me she thought I should get used to the taste of many men’s semen and she would save it for me. I asked her why and she told me the guys now a days are bi and get off on dominating a stronger man like me. It makes them feel good and helps them become better lovers. I didn’t argue with her and she never quite went that far but I know it was in her mind so it was coming soon.
Once day, out of the blue, she said she wanted to go to Vegas. I like Vegas so I said sure and I made reservations for 4 days in a Grand suite in Bellagio which I had to change to a two bedroom suite when she told me she wanted her new boy friend to go as well I’m sure he was the same guy I heard when I as tied and gagged in the closet. She picks out my clothes and we bought her several new outfits for the trip. On the way to the air port we pick up her boyfriend. So I’m getting ready to pull into long term parking and she tells me to just drop them off instead. She has another couple staying in the other room meeting them in Vegas and she told me she did not want me uncomfortable on the couch feeling like a fifth wheel. And she did not want me to spend more money getting another bedroom when they can use it on the trip. So I didn’t go… but I’m not to worry because she told me she stopped by the bank this morning to make sure they all had plenty of cash. |
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I was told by a Goddess I deeply respect that after looking over my profile she felt I was looking for someone to be mean to me. I am not sure what gave that impression because it was certainly not my intent. I want your life to become easier because of me. I want you to be happy. I derive my happiness from a job well done. I cannot be happy if you are not happy. Plus I'd rather not be beaten or give you a reason to beat me unless that was just the mood you were in and you needed to beat me to feel better. |
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Just bought three pairs of heels and a pair of boots for a beautiful young woman. We had a lot of fun and we came back to my office where she said she wanted to bust my balls as a reward. I did it. It was hard! Ok at first but she seemed to get more into it as she progressed to kick harder and harder. I told her I can handle her stomping on my dick or kicking me there but my balls could not take the pain. She made me stand and be still anyway.
I think I'm ok but she had me worried. She said if I learned to take it better she would bring some of her girl friends with her next time. I don't think that's a reward. I was supposed to go to the gym this evening. There is no way! |
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Of course I want to be of service to you... but liquidating my IRA I've added to for years? That will take forever in this market environment to save up again.. if I'm allowed to save up again. I'm not back talking. Of course I will do it. I just wanted you to be sure. |
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It's been awhile since I had a financial dome. I finally saved around $8k since I had the last one. Unfortunately Tanya stopped by and made me give it to her while I was sucking on her toes. She also left with one of my credit cards which has a $20k limit. I am really nervous at the moment. Now I don't have enough cash in the bank to pay bills until my next paycheck. Damn sexy toes on a gorgeous woman is just too much for me. I can't think when they are perched on or in front of my face. |
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I think there are too many con artists in the world. |
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I've accepted my fate as being a lower form of life to my superiors. I just need to find the right one that lets me cherish her in the way she chooses! |
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That Mistress for Dallas is so gorgeous! I wish I had more money at this time. She is so beautiful! |
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I'm supposed to go to the gym, but I can't be walking around with a hardon. I need to serve some one tonight!!!!!! |
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I may have to go into a vanilla relationship soon.... but I will treat her so well, as if she is a Goddess, so she won't ever want to leave. I'm sure over time women can get used to being treated well and like it. |
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I think if you have a man in your life, whether he thinks he's a dome or sub, he should serve you and pay for your luxuries, wants and desires. I'm just not that excited about meeting someone who feels they need to bring their boyfriend or husband with them to a meet with me. I understand about being a chuck and you should have various men in your life if that is what you want. I'm not much for being the lowest one on your list. I won't stay there long because that is just not me but if you are married or have another in bed with you each night it's kind of hard for you to keep an open mind to the possibilities. |
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Ma'am is not using me anymore so I am hoping to serve a woman from Dallas but I haven't been doing my part. |
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Ma am had me come over Friday evening. I did not get permission to write about her so all I can say is she ROCKS!!! She didn't bleed me financially because at the moment I can't afford it, she was playful, forceful and I was happy to be with her. She is beautiful and her legs and feet are powerful. I had the honor of cleaning her feet. She is amazing. I left there thinking I do not do enough for her and I need to step up my game. I have been thinking about her every night since I left. I don't think she has given me another thought but she has been on my mind every night. What a Woman!! Wow! |
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Yaaay, Ma am is moving back to town and she says she needs a foot stool!! Not sure but maybe I can persuade her to let me kiss them and nibble on her toes. I have made some mistakes when we messaged back and forth so my balls might regret that. Love her to death anyway! |
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I feel like I need to be used tonight! I've never been pegged either, so I'm still a virgin back there. for women only, of course. Cant be too large... I don't want damage done. I still want to crap normally the next day! |
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I think I wasted too much time on this site today. I must be too horny. I did receive a call from my Columbian Goddess I served a long time ago. She is coming back into town in December. That should be fun but honestly I wish I could find someone local. If I could focus on the happiness of that one person, I'd be better at work and better at completing whatever goals my Goddess puts forth for me. Plus I'm just too darn hard all the time. I can't wait until December to spend money on a beautiful woman. I need one to take control. They are just hard to find. |
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I had a date set up with a beautiful woman tonight. I was to take her to dinner and then go shopping. Anything else was up to her. I just got the feeling she was going to really wallet rape me good. She just canceled and I'm disappointed. Now what am I going to do to get in trouble? |
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I need a beautiful woman to step on my dick badly! I can't sleep and it's staying hard. |
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I was able to spend $6k on a Mistress in Vegas from the winnings at the tables. I'm looking forward to going again soon! |
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Enjoying Vegas right now! |
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I normally bring someone to Vegas who has contacted me and wanted someone to serve her through out the trip. That did not happen this time, so I will be looking for a Goddess to serve that lives there. If you are local to Vegas or will be there over the 4th of July and wants for an additional slave to serve you, just let me know. I understand this will cost me either through shopping or just paying you and I am just fine with that as long as it makes you happy. |
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I plan on going to Vegas to celebrate the 4th of July there. Just let me know if I can serve you there. Have an epic day! |
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I'm not much for pain but sometimes I should be punished. I realize that. I get too "randie" for my own good. |
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So many women do "cam" or "Skype" sessions all over the world and on many sites. Of course they want to get paid for their time. I'm curious... are there enough men with the financial affection to pay for all these women? |
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Man, I'm tired today. Something about being this tired... kind of makes me horny but can't do anything about it. I just want to cuddle up next to a beautiful woman's feet where I can feel at home. Of course, I'd probably have to pay for that privilege in some way but I'm venerable and can't think straight so name your price. |
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Darn, I gave away more money tonight. I was trying not to. |
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Even though I try to get past this feeling, there is something about being financially dominated that excites me. If the right woman is right in front of you, you know one that can flirt with just her eyes and knows just when to bite her lip...just looking so sweet and sexy, I just can't think straight. |
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Have a Merry Christmas everyone! |
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I know it's may fault. Sometimes I should not read any of this stuff on this site or any other. I'm supposed to go workout but I don't feel like it because my brain is not letting my hard on go away. I'm not serving anyone so I don't have permission to cum. Darn it. I just have to deal with this. |
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So I get gift cards on my birthday? Just kidding! |
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http://www.sex.com/picture/17289809-janice-griffith-using-her-feet-in-office-mischief/ |
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I found this interesting just to pass along how ruthless the female mind can be. I again had this Vegas trip lined up and paid for including her show for her and her friends. I recently sent her a few pairs of shoes as a pre birthday present which happens Vegas. I got a text not acknowledging her shoes but one that asked for shopping spree money for clothes and whatever she need for the Vegas trip. I sent her more than I could easily afford. Several more days have gone by. I received no acknowledgment of the shoes or the money. Today, I just got a text asking for more money.
I'm seriously done. I don't even want to meet her now. I served her for about a year and gave her crazy amounts of money she clearly does not appreciate. This "on line stuff" has once again been just a complete and utter waste of time and money. She has completely burned me out. You can't make the real connection needed with someone far away. It doesn't work in the vanilla world, why would it work here? It doesn't... now well.
I'm going to Vegas for a another, completely different reason now. She can do her own thing with her friends. I'm done. |
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So I had one Goddess I was taking to Vegas. I already paid for the fights and the hotel suites for us. we are all set. She did tell me I might have to pay for a friend of hers and serve them both.
Now I'm told, they may be staying at a different location with even more people and I can meet up with them.
I think I just lost my Mistress to serve during my Vegas trip. I don't have much time to find another. |
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... and yes that was another very expensive weekend. Women, you don't have to try and con me. I'm giving it away... that is part of the fetish!
Another observation: I think women like to spank each other! It's just what I see. No big deal. |
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i'm in a real dangerous mood today. I better hit the gym and see if I can work this feeling out of me. |
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I got asked out by a beautiful woman. That happens now and then and I'm always appreciative that it would happen to me ever. When she was talking to me, I couldn't help but notice she had tattoos on top of her breast so that most of the time, they were always showing even if she were not wearing a low cut dress.
Now, I was really trying to concentrate on our conversation, but I kept wondering... what kind of woman does this? Does she do this by accident and regret it later? Does she not realize most men really like breasts? Does she think her picture of a skull, bloodied knife, gun, scorpion, or whatever is somehow more attractive than her breasts? Is she trying to hide her breasts? Since men are going to look at them anyway, is she trying to give them a picture to look at to distract them from her breasts? Are these tattoos used to as a way to drum up conversations?
I think, maybe... one time I saw a tattoo that went up from her side and onto her breast and it looked good. Otherwise... not so much... and not right on top. I'm not much for the collar bone area either clashing with any jewelry.
I ended up telling her that I just started seeing someone and I didn't want to mess that up. I didn't want to tell her what I was thinking.... which was... how bent does a person have to be to do that to themselves? |
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I tried to go to the gym tonight but they closed early for the holiday. Now, I know I'm going to get in trouble. Since I didn't set anything up earlier, it will have to be on line. |
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Very expensive night again tonight. She was fun and totally worth it! |
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... and my I phone just went out. I had it a year and a half. This one acted like a lemon anyway. |
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Have you ever noticed that many Lesbian Dominants are off the hook gorgeous? |
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I see nobody believes me when I say I'm tapped out. I really am. |
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I am ready to be owned but I'm also tapped out for awhile. |
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I think I'm ready to be owned again. |
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I don't think the Oregon Mistress will be moving here. I am not sure if she ever planned to. She did get plenty from me using on line shopping, so I'm sure she is happy. I actually joined a fin dom site but that's not real time either.
One Goddess immediately put me "under consideration" and I agreed because she is so gorgeous, but again... if it doesn't lead to real time, I don't see how it will last. I've known her for about a week. She has spent $600.00 on my credit card. That's not so bad. |
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I was asked to assume I was owned already to a beautiful Mistress, (such as the woman asking). She said, “Suppose you have already given all you have and your Mistress wants you to buy her something expensive you clearly cannot afford. What is that extra incentive you need to make it happen?”
I answered, “Well I am assuming I am on my knees already… so it won’t as difficult to shove your toes in my mouth. You can nod my head yes to everything you say using your feet and laugh at me. Then my only job is to keep you informed of my progress in completing my task.
Don’t all women use their toes for a boost of power over their slaves? |
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Well, I hadn’t been really looking for another Mistress, like I have written before, out of respect for my last one. The problem is I started getting all “randy” again, all the time, thinking of serving an absolute Goddess. I seem to need to serve not just want to.
Anyway, I do like this young woman in Austin who is considering me but she seemed to back off a little. She is new to the lifestyle and having a pet slave can be a responsibility she doesn’t need so young in life. She also lives an hour and a half away so I would be demoted to part time and not easily considered for service at her whims, like I am used to. Of course, I am harmless to her but a young woman like her may need some additional time to accept whether we are a good fit or not.
Another woman is considering moving down here from Oregon (on my dime of course) and she has been interviewing me for a position of head slave. To that end, I did give her some personal information so that she could see I was “real” and serious when it comes to serving.
Now I never met either one of these women. But the Mistress in Oregon sent me a care package of Papa Johns pizza’s, poppers, and a lot of other stuff that will take me days to eat, for the Super bowl tonight. I’ve never had that kind of surprise before! I am so unaccustomed to such generosity from someone I’ve never met in person. I’m just a little stunned. Of course, I thanked her over an over. What a classy woman. She knows when she comes down here, I’m going to spoil her like there’s no tomorrow even if she doesn’t make me her #1 slave! |
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I think I need to go to a strip club and see if one of the ladies will step hard on my dick. I'm just a little too randy for my own good. |
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For awhile it was easy to be good because I missed my Mistress. Now, I am just trying to be good. It's the weekend and I feel like I need to be abused but I have so much to do. Maybe a change of scenery. I'm thinking of a short road trip to Austin. |
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damn, I need some toes already! |
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I’ve been running into younger women interested in me. Probably because I took myself off the market in order to let time go by from my last Mistress. Anyway, these “girls” have piercings on their lips. I love soft lips when I get to kiss them. This reminds me of the tattoos all the way down the arm. I don’t get the seduction that makes women do this. I am showing my age again, but lip wear is not that attractive to me. Seems like it covers plump, sensual lips and distracts from the natural beauty… besides just getting in the way. |
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It's official... I took my queen to the airport and tried to spend as much last minute time as I could with her. I even bought a ticket to Dallas that I didn't use so I could get past TSA and sit with her in the boarding area. I want to thank mi Reina for being so amazing. Words cannot describe my gratitude. I will honor her by taking our experiences and lessons learned to be the better man I know she saw in me. |
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Don't ever go to the down town RiverCity Mall with a Columbian Goddess at Christmas time! Oye! Victoria Secret has no clothes left for anyone else! Shoes... forget about it. Every store we stop in to look... and most likely buy. |
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I have to prepare myself. In two weeks, my Columbian Goddess will depart to go home to Columbia. I have devoted our short time together by giving her whatever she wants 24/7; entertainment, money, massages, shopping sprees, fine dining… whatever she desires. I’m truly going to miss her. What a woman!! She is the total package. She could have had anybody serve her so I am honored.
Although I will soon be free to devote myself to another’s happiness, out of respect for mi Rena, I will need to let some time go by regardless of what the little brain tells me.
I am to write her in Spanish and bring her up to date once in a while. She says she may come back. Although this has not been the criteria of our relationship, how fast I can grow my piggy bank might help. |
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Two thoughts came to me again this morning. One: Women can be ruthless and wicked. Two: I feel so much better this morning to find my blue balls went away. |
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I didn't write this but I should have:
"you deserve flowers on your doorstep and coffee in the morning you deserve notes left on your dashboard and ice cream sundaes at 3am you deserve honesty every day and to be kissed every hour you deserve to be reminded how beautiful you are"
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Lately, I've been extra horny all the time. That only gets me in more trouble! |
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Yes, my entry earlier today still stands... no matter how pretty your toes are! |
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Due to recent demands on my finances, I can no longer accept Christmas gift orders or requests as of this moment. I'm sure you have others who can fulfill your needs. Have an awesome Thanksgiving!!! |
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I'm late for work. I just got in with no sleep. I met this Columbian woman 3 days ago and she is so expensive!!!! Her curves are amazing with big eyes and beautiful lips. She completely mesmerizes me. I have taken her to some of the best restaurants and everybody stops and stares.
We shall see how long I can last with her. I simply cannot afford what she takes. She has good timing. I am summoned for something small, then it just keeps going from there with teasing, then she is nice, then wicked and then when I am not even expecting it, she has me hand over my wallet after I paid for so much already! She is ruthless. She and I both know she is just using me to throw me away later and neither of us seems to care. I need to snap out of this quickly but she is like a drug. She almost took my car, but gave it back. See that's part of that nice I was talking about, only to zap me later. |
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With the holidays around the corner and me not officially taken. Some of the orders are overwhelming. Not just the gifts but everything. So I jumped at the chance to be interviewed by a local Mistress for a possible D/s LTR. I figured if I get collared working for one woman is better than so many.
The Mistress was also apparently a stripper. She told me she just wants me to be on call. She calls me and I am to bring money and then leave. She doesn’t want anything else from me. I’m just to feel used and thankful for it.
I could be wrong and am glad to read your feedback on this, but that doesn’t sound like a D/S LTR. It reads like I will be a patron of a strip club but I won’t be allowed in. Right?? Yes, I’d be used and I would feel empty very soon. I’d be better off on line!
That’s OK. I’ll try again. |
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What is it about women and their vanity? Sometimes they are sitting on my back looking into the mirror applying makeup. Sometimes I'm holding a mirror for them. Sometimes I'm just a foot stool and I swear they forget I'm there. I like to watch them apply lipstick most of all. I love a woman who takes care of herself, looks beautiful and knows it. What a turn on. Sure I love it when massaging her feet and she just talks to her friends on the phone like she doesn't really care what I'm doing... but it's the ignoring me and her vanity (because she knows she can ignore me) that makes me think, damn this woman is so beautiful. I'm just glad to be here. |
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Ahhh, I don't know how to say, "No!" It's going to catch up with me real soon! |
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I've had one hell of a week. I met some amazing ladies and enjoyed an encounter from my past earlier this week. I think she kind of set my mind on tilt and I still haven't recovered. This might be a record in fun. I'm sure I spent more money this week than any man has a right too. I'm so thankful I know how to make it up quickly.
I can't get my mind to shut off. Years ago, I felt addicted to the point of self destruction. And I feel like I could easily be pulled back in to this cloudy, horny, zombie mode of lust. I realize I need to quickly get my mind right. This feels like addiction even though I won't let it be an excuse. I'm writing this and I can't wait to go play again! All my fun seems to come from people I meet and open up to. Although I am interested in meeting a woman in Austin, my plate seemed to fill up so quickly. Most of the time I'm in a dry spell. I wrote before, I think it's the season! Well, I have some online shoe shopping homework to do. Please have a great weekend! |
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I've sort of been good. Can I cum tonight? |
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That last photo I just entered.... that's vanilla life! |
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Man, I'm tired today. I just need to lay down and crawl up to a beautiful woman's feet and keep them warm for her... only to be nudged to get my ass up and pour her some wine! |
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I have a new theory. I don’t know how credible it is. I think women like having a man around more in the winter over summer. Maybe in the summer they prefer multiple partners… I don’t know. Somehow when the cooler weather just starts to creep in, my life changes. I recently bought boots for a sexy lady, taken her to lunch and did a few other “things” for her on a casual basis. I like her, but we’re not really trying to develop anything special. Two other “friends” have come back into my life… gorgeous ladies, can’t say “no” to them if I tried and never been able to. And now a new Goddess who considers me “taken” but still wants to conquer me anyway. She says I will belong to her soon. She was just tugging and pulling at me all night. I met her at a public bar, which I never frequent, but that didn’t matter. She made use of her hands. If I was a woman, I’d feel violated but I’m not so I just let her squeeze and tug on whatever she wanted. She has to be almost half my age. Anyway, that brings me back to my premise. This kind of attention stopped happening years ago, so I’m blaming it on the weather and plan on just riding out the storm with a smile on my face. |
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Well I did get a little lucky yesterday. I prefer to buy heels for Mistresses because they look so sexy in them but I realize winter is coming so women are looking at all the boots available. I was summoned to this store to buy a pair of over the knee leather boots. They were great looking boots and they had an elastic black mesh down the back of them, I’ve never seen before. This woman clearly worked out so her calves were awesome and to be admired by all. In other words, she looked great in them. When we go to the counter the checkout guy said I saved $300 on my purchase. I said I don’t think I saved any money. I think I spent money. I’m not sure that went over so well with my new friend. I need to be quieter. We had a good time together though.
She must have felt comfortable with me because I was invited in her apartment. Although I wasn’t allowed to sit on any furniture. I had to sit on the floor only (funny). She brought out some nail polish and remover and told me to do her nails. She must have had some sort of gel finish on them because I couldn’t get the color off and I don’t know enough to remove gel. She didn’t seem upset because I did get to massage and kiss her feet. I think she knew I was going to have some trouble. Afterword she took a bath while I waited on the floor. I felt guilty, like I should vacuum or do something for her other than just sit on the floor, but I didn’t want to presume anything without her consent. She came out with a towel on. She opened up her towel very briefly and then wrapped it back around her beautiful body. I was dismissed for now. I have no idea if she will see me in the future. |
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craving toes again! That's always a bad sign of poor decision making by me as I often call someone or even throw it out there on CM, if anyone local wants to go shopping. |
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I shouldn’t troll on CM. I saw this picture of this super beautiful woman having her bottom deeply worshiped by some lucky tied up sub while she thumbs through a magazine. Of course I would change place with that sub in a heartbeat! I was reminded of this short clip where the same thing was happening only the woman had the slave’s credit card and she was shopping on-line from her notebook computer on the bed. She was giddy with happiness commenting on all the purchases she was making for each key stroke. And then I thought of the time my executive assistant stood up after sitting on my face and informed me that I was going to put her on my checking account because she should ever have to ask for money. She also informed me she wasn’t going to work for me but I was to keep her on payroll as if she was.
Now time has marched by while I have sat idle because I keep thinking of different scenario’s I would love to experience. My mind keeps going and enjoying my mixing of both memories and fantasies but that doesn’t get my work done. Ahhhh. I should be punished with a shopping trip to keep me focused…. Or is that a treat? |
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I can tell by my last two posts, I’m must not be in a very subordinated mood. So let’s continue with that line of thought. I mean if I’m going to get in trouble or even be punished for what I write here, I might as well have it happen all at once so I heal all at once.
OK, here it is. If I haven’t seen you in the last 12 months and I don’t see you by early December, in person, you can’t call or write me with your Christmas present requests. Last year it was just too much, so I’m growing a set of man balls (unless you squeeze too hard) and attempting to put out this rule. I’m sure it will hold because I’m just so darn manly. Mauhh you sexxxy Mistrixxes |
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To be fair, my ex-wife had a lot of tattoos. If you know me, that would surprise you. She had more than any other woman I’ve dated… or served. I’m not sure if I just saw the woman through the tattoos or if I learned to ignore them.
I see this semi-newer trend happening where the whole arm is covered and many areas of her body tattooed where one wouldn’t cover up… you know, like her hands, feet, neck or top of her breasts for example… and I know I’m showing my age when I’m thinking, please stop it. Women are so beautiful even with tattoos but not because of them. Men would rather see beautiful skin than that same old, picture that’s covering up perfection. I know I’m going to get in trouble for this, but just like everything else, too much of a good thing is not really good for you. Mauhha to your tattooed toes! |
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I never really considered myself a “cuckold.” Years ago a few of my past girlfriends had sex with other men once I was wrapped around their fingers, not because I was inadequate at sex… but really more along the lines, that they knew they could get away with it because I loved them so much and wanted them to be happy. So why not throw caution to the wind and let their wild side lose.
Now as the years go by, I see the word “cuckold” and clearly notice the word “old” in the second half of the name. I guess as one gets older, that is what they are good for. As my personal triumphs become less and less I wonder if begging to buy her a new outfit or whatever she wants, will be enough as she prepares to go out and meet the evening’s new conquest. |
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I don’t really crave a beautiful woman to give me the birdie once I follow an order or buy her something. I don’t crave to be called a loser or be humiliated on cam although when my ex-wife yelled at me, I would get a woody (that used to really piss her off when I walked around with a hard on when she was a little upset).
I do crave a beautiful woman who is pleased by me in some way, though. I know I will never be good enough to have one anymore. Buying stuff or just sending money on line does nothing for me (yes, I tried it again recently), but having a beautiful woman take money from me or just take me to a store while she just picks out whatever she wants, takes it to the counter with one glance my way… those real time events drive me crazy with lust and I can’t think straight. What’s wrong with me? |
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Sometimes the clarity comes flooding in... and I realize I am the most normal person here. |
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An ex-girlfriend in the vanilla world started to text me and call me again for no real reason. She married a month ago so I know something is wrong. She was very submissive but did like to have her pussy eaten every morning. That works well for me because I like to lick pussy every morning… and evening. Sometimes we would follow it up with an all out sexapade.
Although she hasn’t said anything negative about her relationship, I feel bad that she must be missing me enough to reach out when she should still be in the honeymoon phase. Oh well, I had pleasant thoughts remembering our time together. |
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I think I need to find someone local again. Frankly, it's easier for me to enjoy spoiling her when she lives semi-close. Paying for flights she sometimes misses is silly and I know that is a pain in her beautiful bottom for her to make that effort as well. |
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By the way, I really did get in trouble that weekend! I had a lot of fun and hope they did as well! |
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I'm feeling like I will find some "trouble" this weekend! |
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I am fortunate to receive a call from a beautiful woman who will allow me to spend money on her by purchasing shoes and outfits for her. I will be allowed to follow her around holding her bags and should only speak by offering to buy more of whatever she wants. I will be referred to as “slave” or “it” the whole time and must anticipate her movements and commands such as snapping her fingers and knowing whatever that means. I’m really not to refer to her at all because I have nothing to say other than “yes Goddess” only when spoken directly to but otherwise I should stay “mute.”
So far, I was actually fine with everything she stated but she kept adding on to the list. I mean I don’t really know her. As she passes through each doorway that I hold open, I must keep the bags off the ground but am given the honor of kissing her shoes as she walks through. My reward is her smile if I’ve done a good job. If her roommate is home I will be given the honor of cleaning for them and her roommate will “beat my balls.”
See, let me stop right there. When is enough, enough? I like that my sensitive balls being able to work if needed by someone someday. What some women want to do them! They must really hate men. Notice the roommate will do the beating while the beautiful Goddess will be in her room trying on outfits. I know I said yes (probably because of my little cashew perking up) but I’m too apprehensive. I need to cancel. I just never do that so I’ve done nothing so far. This is supposed to be fun!! |
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Pro Mistress’ should set up emergency services for guys like me. At a time like this, I can’t think straight. I just need to be in a beautiful woman’s presence doing her bidding right now! Of course, that’s not an order. I just need it! |
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What’s the deal with men look at my profile? Go away! As bad as I need to be abused right now… that isn’t happening ever! |
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My ex GF got the surprise check I sent her. She called me to thank me. Since I’m always a looking to do more I thanked her for her call just said, “If there is anything else I can do for you, just let me know,” but she didn’t jump on that yet. Unfortunately, I wasted some of my day on this site and just got even hornier than normal. Now I really need to be abused! |
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An ex-girl friend called me and asked if I would accept mail on her behalf for awhile. I’m not sure why she wanted some of her mail to come to me. Of course, I said yes. During the conversation I gathered her boyfriend was doing a pretty good job of taking care of her but she was still struggling. So when she asked to send me some stamps so I could forward her mail I told her, no thank you and that I should be happy to oblige a beautiful woman with such an easy request. Even as I spoke to her, I was hard just like the old days. When I got her first batch of mail, I forward it with a $300.00 check surprise to help her out just in case. |
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I need to be abused ASAP! |
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Learned this quote from China. Many a man stand tallest while on their knees! I would add with wallet filled and open! |
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I haven’t had an orgasm is a long while. I got so “randy” today, I actually texted an old girl friend if she needed to be spoiled or pampered in some way. That’s kind of pathetic if you ask me. She would just tell me to stop by and bring her money and then have me go away, anyway! |
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I was talking to a nice Mistress inNew York. For some reason her profile is not found on Collar me. Anyway, I tried to give her some money on-line using Pay Pal but it kept telling me to use another credit card. Which I did, over and over, but still I kept getting the same message. I’m not sure whether Pay Pal wasn’t working tonight or if I was doing something wrong. All I know is we both just got frustrated.
Once again I keep getting the same lesson. On-line doesn’t work for me. If you are standing next to me, I’ll buy you whatever you want, and you know that. I just don’t understand the on-line stuff. She wasn’t asking for very much money and buy the time it gets to her via snail mail, she wouldn’t know who I am.
I’m glad it works for others on this site. Now I’m just got pent up frustration and some horniness going on. I haven’t been to a strip club in years, but at the moment, I feel like I need to go so because I know someone will take advantage of me and make me pay!
In the old days, a young dancer would make me pay her for dances, make me take her shopping afterward and still tell me to pay her rent! Oh well, I don’t seem to be having a much fun as I used to. |
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Sometime, early in June I think I'm going to slip away for about 4 or 5 days in Vegas. Let me know if you want to go. Have an awesome day! |
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Well, I wasn’t able to find a Mistress to shop for or provided pampering services for in the last two days. Mistress’ niece will be back tonight so I guess I will have to try again sometime. Crazy fetish anyway! I don’t know why I get so turned on by spending money on a beautiful woman. |
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I finally got rid of Mistress’ niece for a night or two. I tired of taking care of her whims. I really need to find a local Mistress who will let me take her shopping or a day of pampering. Hopefully I can find my chauffeur’s cap and a willing young lady in such short notice! |
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When I was younger my girlfriends told me they loved it just before we made love because I would get so horny I would ravage them, undressing them quickly and lifting them up and gently tossing them around, positioning them for penetration. I would be out of my mind with lust.
Now, I still want to ravage and I sometimes go out of my mind thinking about it, I’m just not allowed to let anyone know. |
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I’ve never severed an Ebony Dom in real time. Sometimes I wonder if they would treat me differently because I’m white. Yes, differently as in worse, but that could be fun. I’m not sure.
I’ve had some write me but they have been far away. I’m just curious. |
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Just taking a moment to reflect. I haven’t seen my Mistress in quite a while. She left her niece to watch over me which makes me feel uncomfortable. I’m assuming she is old enough to do the things she does to me. I sure I don’t get anything out this. I don’t care to have different little boys roaming my home, drinking pickle juice from the jar and milk from the container. This is no fantasy for me. I often hurt and don’t feel I’m going anywhere in life. Not that that’s my goal. I’m supposed to prop up another and find my fulfillment in making her life better. I am not sure that is what is happening here.
I am starting to feel older. Hell I am getting older. Soon I’ll be lucky just to be considered a cuckold or an ATM. That won’t happen either if I am not able to save any money because of the spoiled niece.
I’ll figure it out soon enough. |
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Oh, her niece is really drivng me nuts. I basically just had to give in to her whims to shut her up.
My Mistress' niece decided to use me as her hammock. She saw it in a picture somewhere. My wrists and ankles hurt so much. Thank God she weighs next to nothing. When it started to sprinkle some rain she just got off me and went inside. I could here her giggle, “bath time!” I thought, mine or hers? |
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I know I didn't finish writing my journal entry... but Mistress left her niece here while she goes on her trip... and that little girl is such a bitch! It's all about blackmail and humiliation. Since I don't do anything wrong, she just makes it up! |
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Well, although I didn’t expect her to, Mistress did show up early Friday evening. I opened the door and she just kind of pushed me aside as she marched into the parlor on her way to the great room. I greeted her and asked Mistress if I could serve her anything, as I picked up her coat she just dropped behind her. The answer was yes, but it was more like a list. She must be getting ready to have people over because it was more like “finger foods” instead of dinner and drinks. I didn’t have all this stuff on hand so I had to improvise. She finally said, “…and make it to go,” which affirmed my suspicion.
The television was blaring but I could hear her call me out of the kitchen during one of the commercials. She had me kneel right in front of her. I was then told me I could wear an apron only but otherwise I should be completely naked in her presence. Her legs were crossed and she dangled one red pump from her toes. Man, this woman has great legs. She must run and workout. I proceeded to undress quickly. When I was naked she had me stand up then kneel, stand up then kneel about 10 times… I think just to see if I would complain, which I didn’t.
When I was back kneeling she told me to stop. She kicked off the one dangling shoe and ordered me to breath in her scent but don’t dare touch or toes. I got as close as I could to those burgundy polished toes. I couldn’t smell anything but she laughed at me anyway. “I know you want to kiss and suck on my perfect toes, don’t you?” she said quietly. “Yes, Mistress,” was my reply. Hey I’m only subhuman.
“That privilege goes to my most devoted slaves,” she exclaimed. “Are you one of my most devoted slaves?” “Mistress, I always have done whatever you told me to do… without question,” was my reply that she was not looking for.
After that she just ordered me up and to finish my preparation duties. As I was heading for the kitchen, she told me to be sure and put an apron on. She didn’t want “that thing” waiving around the food.
Hoping she was happy with what I could throw together, I carried some platters and plates to her car. After placing everything in the back seat, she told me to get in the trunk as she pushed her remote and popped the trunk. All I had on was the apron, so I was already worried about someone seeing me. I really wasn’t ready for a trip. With a grin she asked, “You don’t expect me to walk these trays up to my apartment do you?”
I didn’t like running barefoot in the parking lot to her apartment. Even though there were parking spaces close by, she chose to park further away. I don’t think anyone saw me. Mistress’ place was kind of a mess and she knew it. For the next two and a half hours, she had me cleaning everything while she hurried me along the whole time with slaps on my bottom and a reminder her company would be there at9:00 PM.sharp so I better be ready. I was hoping to get as much done early so she could take me back home but no such luck.
The door bell rang and I got lucky. I thought she might make me answer it in my apron, but instead she had me go to the bedroom and wait. She answered the door and a few moments later she came to the bedroom alone just to tell me to sit quietly in the corner facing the wall and not to move or make a sound.
Two hours later she walked in barefoot holding her shoes. “You can clean these for me soon, for now follow me to the bathroom. She had me kneel next to her but let me watch as she put a cap full of Listerine in her mouth. When she was done, she grabbed my hair to tilt my head back. I instinctively parted my lips as her head drew closer to mine. With her other hand she stuck a finger in my mouth to really stretch it open. She bent over and spit the Listerine in my mouth. “I don’t want to get my clean sink dirty,” she exclaimed while she squeezed a dab of toothpaste on her tooth brush. This time when she was done, she really didn’t try to get it all in my mouth. It kind of spattered all over my face and some landed on the floor. “You better get that cleaned up quickly,” was all she said as she walked away to put on her bedtime clothes, which consisted basically of a halter top and panties.
I knew this because she came back into the bathroom and grabbed me by the ear and marched me to the toilet. She grabbed my peter and told me to pee while she was doing the aiming. I tried the best I could but I just could not pee that way. Disappointed in me, she still held on to my member which had groan in her hand and led me back into the bed room. “You will have to hold it all night then,” she exclaimed.
She had me lay spread eagle under the bed and handcuffed my wrist and ankles to the bottom of the bed with cuffs already placed there. There was very little room under there. I could barely fit. She pulled off her panties and put them over my head and eyes with instructions not to say a word the whole night.
She put on a robe and walked out of the room. Not too much later I heard a man’s voice and Mistress walk back in the room. They were in thaws of passion as they jumped on the bed. I didn’t know any of her guests were still here and I can no longer breathe very easily. I could feel every movement and every thrust but I didn’t say a word. I could tell they were having a great time. After a while, I thought his voice was kind of familiar. He reminds me of someone I knew in high school. She did call his name out a few times, so I realized it was him. What a small world. My high school buddy was slamming my Mistress to her delight while I don’t even get to kiss her toes.
I wondered if she knew I knew him. He is on my Face Book and in my phone which she took earlier. Is this more punishment for me? I just lay quietly until they finally drifted to sleep.
In the morning I didn’t hear him leave but she was unlocking my shackles and giving me breakfast orders. “Hold on, I need to pee. I would normally have you get on the floor so I could pee his cum onto your face and have you lick it all up but that seems like too much trouble right now, so lay down in front of the toilet and keep my feet warm. I think I just lucked out again. Frankly, I was tired of not sleeping well and wanted to go home. I’m not sure what I would have done if she had given me that order.
Of course she didn’t have any food at her apartment, so she offered to take me home so she could prepare a good breakfast for her there. I wrapped the apron around me on the way to the car but she would have none of that. She wanted me completely naked. She made me a deal, I could sit in the front seat if every time she took a right turn she would flick my right ball and every time she would take a left turn she would flick my left ball… or I could ride back in the trunk. I choose the truck with the dirty dishes. This woman is wicked!
After breakfast, she told me to clean up and prepare more food for tonight. She was having a guest over to my place this time. Now this was when my story gets more interesting but I have some chores to do so I’ll write more on this later. |
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I believe I have awoken something in Mistress. She stopped by my office today. I hadn’t seen her in quite sometime. She is really beautiful, so I know she has her pick of men and possibly just got bored with me. I’m not sure. I had earlier attempted to break up with her because we never communicated well and quit seeing each other. So I was really surprised to see her walk into my office at work.
She was wearing all black. I love those black pumps of hers, black hose and leather skirt. She looked great. No doubt about it.
Mistress had me get out of my chair and she sat down in front of my computer. She wanted to see what I was working on. As I started to explain what I was doing, she told me to drop my pants and put my balls in her hand. I got a little scared but I did as I was told. I do find it hard not to do as she demands even when I broke up with her.
She told me to keep my hands behind my back and she just rolled my balls around in her hand with a squeeze and a pull here and there. I was trying not to make a sound or wince but damn, she was being a little rough. She took her eyes off the computer screen and looked at me. “Do you have anything to say to me?” she asked. I just said, “No, Mistress” and stood quietly. She has never touched me anywhere, so you can imagine my stunned and dumb look, but I didn’t dare say anything or move.
“Hand me a shoelace,” Mistress said. With my balls still in her hand I brought up on shoe, took it off and pulled out my shoelace to hand to her. She proceeded to tie my balls tightly to my member. She kept telling me not to point “that” at her and that she didn’t want to see it anyway, just my balls. I didn’t know how to do that.
“I said you couldn’t kiss my toes yet, but perhaps with my permission, today’s a good day to cum.” Mistress then proceeded to grab, pull and yank on my already hard member while I just stood there. Every time she pulled in one direction my balls got stretched in that area. Mistress is succeeding in hurting me and my face was showing it but I was trying desperately to “man up.” Understanding my predicament she would tell me, “if you get cum on me, I’m going to chop it off. You do not have permission to cum, yet. Do you understand me?” “Yes Mistress,” was all I could groan. If she sensed the pain was going got make me cum she would stop abruptly. One time I thought I was going to cum anyway and she just started slapping my balls. That was painful but it stopped me from cumming without permission so she made me thank her.
Then she just stopped. I was actually relieved even though I wanted so desperately to cum, I never expected her to give me permission. She grabbed a pen I was using and wrote the number 1000 across a report I was working on. She finally looked into my eyes again,” I expect this amount to be deposited in my account by5:30tonight… Understand?” I just said, yes Mistress, yet again. She just stood up, grabbed my I phone off my desk and said she will see me tomorrow.
I had a hard time getting the shoelace untied from my dick and balls. As much as she hurt me, I still haven’t got the blood completely out of my peter. I guess, I’m a little worried to what she may do to me if she shows up.
She’s a completely different person now that we broke up.,, if we are, cause now at this moment, I can’t tell. |
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Well some of you who have read my recent journals have responded to my call for help and suggested I move on from my recent relationship. I just wanted to write and thank you for your support and guidance. I appreciate all of your kind words of encouragement.
I’ve shared the following with a new friend of mine. I hope she doesn’t mind:
I’m not exactly sure what has happened. As many of you are aware, I have not been able to speak with you when I called, so I had to leave a message. I thought it was a “nice” message. More like discussing our existing relationship facts and a non-emotional spin and that we should move on to relationships that would better suit our desires.
Anyway, she called me back and said she we have to cancel our visit today, which I did not know we had one planned. She went on to tell me a list of what she wanted from me and said I was to be rewarded with her toes but because of my attitude, I would have to wait. She went on to explain to me that a dog in a kennel doesn’t pick his master, a piece of furniture is to be used whenever the owner sees fit and an object such as myself can be rented out to be used by others, sold, abused, marked or even damaged by her as she sees fit.
I’ve never heard her talk this way before. I understand women are superior to men and perhaps the world would be a better place if they were fully in charge but most don’t actually take full control. I couldn’t tell how much of this speech was role playing or real.
I was quiet stunned and listened quietly as she went on regarding how this new year was going to shape up for me… and then she gave me an out. She said she would be over this weekend and if I was “good,” meaning did as commanded, she will consider allowing me to buy my freedom.
I’ve never signed a slave contract but she is assuming it’s implied, I guess. I’m not really going to worry about it. Most likely she won’t show. So many times, she says we are going to go somewhere or do something together and she doesn’t bother to show. |
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Hopefully, I will be used well tonight. I need it. |
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I've been told I can achieve a lot when I put my mind to it. I think she was looking and talking to my wallet. |
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I made myself available to a woman and she has essentially been using me as her ATM, which wasn’t necessarily the goal… but I understand a Mistress has needs. You might expect me to complain about it but she is the one who is always complaining… not about me but life in general. It’s always “woe is me” and I really don’t understand why that is her mindset. I’ve always had more fun serving, but it’s kind of hard to do with her since she is always bringing me down with her life stories. She is getting back what she puts out in life.
Am I being selfish to notice this about her? Should I say anything? When this relationship going nowhere, do I just stop it and move on at some point? Do I have the right to do so? |
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If I meet a Mistress and she has a husband or a boyfriend, I tend not to be as interested or allow myself to be wrapped around her finger. I guess I have some “old fashion” thoughts regarding marriage or committed relationships.
On the other hand, if I’m out with a Mistress and she sees a young buck she wants to take home and play with, I don’t get upset or even jealous when she follows through. I realize I should be 100% devoted to her needs whatever they are and she is not to be as concerned with how I feel about that because that simply is the nature of the relationship.
I’m not sure why there is a double standard. Any thoughts? Is this normal? |
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Mistress came to my office today. She looked around and made sure I was working. We had some small talk. I love the way she crosses her glistening, tan legs! She always wears pretty pumps.
Anyway, as she was leaving, she had me clean and put the office microwaive in her car. I just thought was kind of funny. Of course, I would have bought her a new one. I guess she just wanted to show the employees she could take whatever she wants whenever she wants it. |
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I gave more money away today... and i didn't even get to kiss on her toes! |
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I’ve been trying to spend more time with a Mistress I met. I know she has lovers of which I am not one of them. I found out she has a lot of debt. I’m hoping she will allow me the honor of paying off all of her debt. Someone of her stature should not have to worry about such things.
I realize she is very proud. I hope she accepts my offering. Wish me luck! |
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I met a new Mistress for drinks tonight and then she had me take her to Target for shopping on our first date. I bought her make up, clothes, food and a lot of cleaning supplies. I thought I will be given another job of keeping her place clean although she didn’t come out and say it but she did tell me about rooms she wanted cleaned. I don’t want to assume anything. She kept making me hard just by her femininity and presence. I just couldn’t control “little brain.” She must have known because she would brush by me and pulled me into her a few times to embrace. Mistress did kiss me and told me I have soft lips. I thought that was nice of her but then she brought up her “bull.” as she calls him, and stated he likes soft lips as well. I’m not a fluffer but I didn’t want to ruin the evening as we were just getting to know each other. I guess I couldn’t tell what she wanted me for. She teased me and then would talk about her man. I think she might want me as maid and a cuckold. We had a good time together though. I enjoyed her company.
At the end of the date, I thanked her for her time together and I offered to be there for her if she calls me again. She looked at me and said her daughter is moving apartments and needs a couple of hundred to pay for the movers. I gave it to her and thanked her again for allowing me to be of service to her. At this moment, I can’t tell whether she will call me again or forget about me in favor of her next conquest. Time will tell. |
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I haven’t been abused in awhile and the thought of it is making me all “randy.” |
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Last night’s ring toss was fun. After I served the ladies (3 lovely Mistress’) many drinks by the fire pit, I had to hang from a tree naked. The women took turns pumping me to keep me hard while the remaining two would toss their shoes and try to have the straps catch me in the groin. If I started to go limp, they would throw their shoes hard at me, sometimes punch me or slap me and then just pump me up again for the next toss. This game was actually very exhausting! …a few bruises but it was all in good fun. I’m just happy I could provide the entertainment. Thanks for the awesome evening! |
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Had a crazy amount of fun in Vegas! Thanks to those women who had me suck on their toes and other fun "stuff." The tables did not quite make up for the costs of the trip but the soreness can be a reminder of the great times! Thanks again! |
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I set up my flight to Vegas. I really didn't leave enough time to invite a Mistress, along as I usually do. I'm not sure how that will work since my life isn’t fulfilling when I’m not catering to a beautiful woman. Vegas and a beautiful woman just go together so well. Perhaps there is a Mistress local to Las Vegas who has time for me? Perhaps one of you will write me in the next few days? I'm looking forward to new experiences! |
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I'm going back to Vegas. When a Mistress goes with me, she seems more at ease to do whatever she wants! ... and I have more fun too! |
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I need some nipple! Not getting enough tease either. Darn! |
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I went to a party earlier tonight. It wasn’t a D/s party but a Dome friend of mine was hosting it, so I expected some of her “special” friends would be there. I arrived around 7:00 PM with a bottle of Crown and some wine. People tend to notice you more at a party like that…you know, give you the “once over” as you walk by. Normally I’m more in tune with my surroundings but I knew it was just my time to be sized up as I walked towards the kitchen.
I poured a glass of Merlot and headed back to main room full of people I didn’t know. Oh, it’s hard to break the ice and I’m already tired from this being the end of the week but I did see an empty chair off to the side so I began to make my way to it. A young Asian woman was watching me glide through the crowd. My eyes latched on to hers and she kind of gave me a nod. I don’t think I ever met her. I must be twice her age. Never-the-less I felt it polite to say hello and introduce myself.
She smiled and took my glass of wine out of my hand as if it was my goal to bring it to her in the first place. I just apologized and asked her and the people close to her if she or they needed anything else from the kitchen. She wasn’t concerned about anybody needing anything, so she just told me, politely, to sit on the couch close to her chair. She was really quite pretty with her legs crossed in her ruffled black skirt and white silk blouse. She never told me her name. She just said that I seemed harmless enough and that she didn’t want to be bothered, so my sitting there prevented other men from making advances. Once I realized my purpose I told her no problem and I was glad to help out. I expressed I was a little confused because I was old enough to be her father, so I couldn’t figure out what she wanted with me.
She smiled and said she will consider treating me like her father then. I didn’t know what that meant. Other people started talking and we conversed a little regarding matters in the news. She later reached over and put her and on my knee and said, “Hey, I need twenty dollars,” with a real sweet smile. I didn’t want to embarrass her or myself so I thought, it’s only $20.00. I reached in my back pocket to pull out my wallet. As soon as I had it out she said, “No, make it forty.” I gave her $40.00 and she got up walked by me. She had her hand out and kind of slid it across my face with her finger under my nose. I didn’t smell anything but I didn’t know why she did that.
She didn’t come back and I was getting bored now. I thought I would find my friend the host and thank her for the evening before I left. Slowly working my way through the crowed, I find the same Asian woman talking to the host. I politely said my thank you’s and goodbye’s to both women and turn around to leave. The Asian woman grabs my shirt and says she needs another $40.00. I was about ready to object but all I could come up with was that if she needed to pay for a taxi I could drive her. She told me if I drove her, she still needs the additional forty.
I didn’t worry about it. I pulled out my wallet and $40.00 from it. She saw more twenties in the pocket, so she leaned up against me with her hand on my chest and said, “Make it eighty.” I have to admit I was a little perturbed at this point and I just wanted to get out of there, so I gave her the $80.00. I felt like a SAP and I guess I was being one. I always try to help out the women I meet… although I never expect to see her again.
She just smiled and said, “I was going to take you home and ride you… but you said you wanted to be treated like my father. So I did.” |
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I have an ex-girlfriend who calls me now and then for favors… nothing kinky though. Every once in awhile she asks for money and always brings up her children as the reason. She’s a beautiful woman who basically lives off the charity of others and government assistance programs. She refuses to see her own power, her own superiority over men. I don’t understand it other than I’ve always had a theory that people generally gravitate to where they should be in life.
I’ve mentioned to her many times before with hints that if she would get rid of her victim mentality and bring back her youthful confidence, she could have whatever she wanted. Point blank, I’ve said to her… walk in a room expecting to receive what is yours. Have your man on his knees. Make him beg to kiss your feet. Tease him and then make him hand his wallet over. You decide what is yours in that wallet. You decide whether or not to reward him by letting him kiss your feet. You decide if this slave has potential to make your life better and by what means. You decide what you want and how long to keep him before he is dismissed.
Others who have called themselves a Mistress have also pleaded for gifts. If you don’t know “it,” whatever that may be, is yours for the taking then “it” probably shouldn’t belong to you. |
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My knees hurt. I can't do that anymore... for awhile. |
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I have a question. In the past I have been berated by a few domes on this site for buying whatever for women “real time”… even Christmas gifts. A beautiful, married woman has written me and asked me if I wanted to serve her. She lives far away and I’m sure would never amount to any real time experiences. When I explained I do not participate in on-line domination because of the lack of intimacy, she was OK with that. She sent me a beautiful picture of herself but has also asked for me to purchase her a pair of shoes and stockings, as well. She explained, “Its a huge turn on to My Hubby when I convince a sub like you to do so.”
Now, I did get a little “woodie” when I saw her picture and read her note. Perhaps that’s why I got confused. I normally do whatever a woman wants when they do this to me real time. My goal has never been to turn on her husband. My question – Should she get the shoes and stockings? |
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This time of year reminds me that I should have one special Mistress instead of women who “borrow” me from time to time. The “lists” of expected presents from Mistress’ are getting kind of long and expensive! I haven’t seen two of these women in a couple of years! |
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Older women don't wear those high, high heels like they did many years ago. I miss those days while performing my special task on my knees, she would have those heels on my back. |
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I’ve really enjoyed being on call for Princess J and Mistress D doesn’t seem to mind. I think she is very busy with her ranch. Now Tanya, from my very first journal entry has shown up again. She says she will have need of me often. I wonder if that means she will be divorcing her husband. When it rains, it pours! |
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I’ve really enjoyed being on call for Princess J and Mistress D doesn’t seem to mind. I think she is very busy with her ranch. Now Tanya, from my very first journal entry has shown up again. She says she will have need of me often. I wonder if that means she will be divorcing her husband. When it rains, it pours! |
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You know if you are actually in the presence of a “spoiled,” “misscarley,” “GoddessBritney,” “theviolatrix,” “SaharahEve,” “Naylia” and many others… if you are actually standing before them, you can’t say, “no.” They ask you to pay for their mortgage, car or whatever… you are going to do it without a second thought. So the fact that I bought a dinning room set for Princess J. shouldn’t bother anyone. Her mere presence demanded the word “yes” and “yes” again.
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Thank you Princess J for allowing me to reschedule my afternoon appointments. We were able to spend more time together at the various stores. I hope you enjoy your new dinning room set once it arrives at your new place. I think you are right, when you place my head on the chair, you probably do sit a little higher… and you already know I appreciated helping you with that. Of course, I love your petite stature, so whenever you decide to sit higher, anytime you decide it, I’ll make myself available.
I also hope you enjoy your new clothes. You looked great in them. Your wisdom seems to have no boundaries because just as you said, the marks from your heels are still there and some soreness is developing, especially on my back
Anyway, I just wanted to thank you again and hopefully you will find time with your gracious spirit to allow me the privilege of serving you again some day soon. Mauhh to your toes! |
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Is there any Mistress in the San Antonio area that needs me to buy them something or shop for them? |
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Some days the cravings are worse than others. I’m sitting here with plenty of work to do but I feel a twitch in my pants. I just scratch it and tug on just for a second while trying to concentrate at work. The next thing you know I’m thinking how desperately I need to be on my knees licking the ass hole of a beautiful woman while she tells me I’m getting way to much pleasure out of this so this is going to cost me big time! I can’t seem to get these thoughts out of my head. |
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I always sweat a little when she takes my credit card and leaves with it. I'm used to going shopping with her. I often don't get a call for several days and I don't know how much I need to come up with to cover bills. |
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Mistress “D” and I are back from an amazing time in Vegas. I just wanted to write and thank her for her companionship. I have not been given permission to write about our vacation here. She likes her privacy and possibly does not want to make other subs jealous.
My young Mistress ( I bought her the TV earlier in the journals) seems to be a little uncharacteristicly on edge. She is acting like she wanted to go on the trip as well. She is now requiring me to have a “massage party” for her and her friends. She says she wants it “extravagant like a royal wedding.” Now, I really don’t know what that means, what she wants or how to put something like that together. Of course, I’ll come up with something. |
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I had an awesome 4th of July weekend! The original plan was to take Mistress “D” to see fireworks, but with no rain here in the south, all fireworks anywhere near me had been canceled. Now, Mistress D does not own me, but from time to time she wants to be treated really well, like a Goddess, so she will call me knowing I am quite happy to oblige. She has a ranch in the hill country so we spent some time there. I built a fire for her and served her dinner outside. The area was completely quiet, peaceful and beautiful. Just the right breeze rolls over the hills to blow away the southern heat.
Most of the evening was spent pouring her wine or serving as her footstool by the fire. A few times the wood would pop a spark at me. Since I was naked with only my belt around my neck, I was a little worried of getting burned but I wanted to make sure she could enjoy the warmth of the fire on her feet. Besides I was well rewarded! Later, after I massaged Mistress D’s feet for about 30 minutes, she let me kiss and nibble on her toes. Man, I was craving toes from a beautiful woman! I was in heaven! She eventually wiped the saliva off her toes by running them up and down my face. She then informed me that I would be taking her to Vegas with me this August… awesome!
I believe the combination of massages and wine helped her relax as well. By the latter part of the evening she stripped some clothes away. She even decided to utilize some of my other special talents. What a great evening! |
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I need some toes this weekend! Have a great 4th! |
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I really love women! I always have. Each is unique with beauty inside and out. I love their superiority over men. The way they really don’t have to try... and yet men will fight over them like little puppies after milk. They don’t have to be dominant and they will still have as many gifts and achievements as they desire.
My biggest downfall has been women… Mostly financially. I still remember signing over my first home to a beautiful Mistress and making the rest of the payments while living elsewhere. I was called over to run errands and mow the yard even after she moved some guy in. What could I do, I was wrapped around her little toe.
… And yet, I don’t want to be a woman. I’m not a woman, so why try to be what I’m could never even aspire to be. I really have no desire to wear women’s clothes or get dolled up to go out. I could never be as beautiful as a woman and don’t care to try. I am a man and I look like one.
As much as I love women, I really don’t care to eat their poop. That’s what toilets are for. Seriously women don’t really want a guy around that eats their waste. That’s just disgusting. I believe most women would agree. Of course, I’ll get a little woody cleaning a beautiful woman’s bottom with my tongue, but that’s a lot different than being a toilet.
I love women! I’m not gay or curious. If I was bi-curious, then I’m basically gay. I’m not gay. I really don’t want to see some guy next to me on his knees like me and then be ordered to give or receive anything from that guy. I guess some women get a kick out of that but I don’t understand it. I’m happy to admit, I was born a heterosexual.
This might be counter intuitive to finding a dome on this site but I’m beginning to think I don’t belong here. So many of the profiles are just a little too crazy for me. Is it wrong to love women as much as I do, to cater to her wants and needs and still be allowed to be at least semi normal? |
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I had the chance to chat with a really beautiful woman on this site today. We could not spend much time together. Ever since then, I've been so "randy." I need a Mistress badley right now to keep me in line. I'm going crazy. |
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Oh man… she just did it again! I had not seen Julie for quite sometime. She just marched in my office with a smile looking as beautiful as she did 15 years ago. I met her when I made the mistake of walking into a strip club. Fortunately for me, I don’t do that anymore because the experiences were too much for me. I find those places to be quite a playground for subs and I don’t have enough self control.
I don’t care what people say, dominant men do not really go to strip clubs on a regular basis. If they do, they are really closet submissives.
Why do I write that? Well, you pay to go in the establishment to see women. You pay for overpriced drinks to sit with women. You walk up to women that are in an exalted position standing on a stage before you and you pull money out of your wallet and give it to them just because you think they are pretty. You know if you don’t, the dancers may not even notice you… because there is another “wallet” right behind you. You are pretty much at the mercy of these women which I proved time and time again in my earlier days.
Anyway, I barely had time to stand up when Julie had already come around my desk to give me a hug. She knows how to work her augmented breast even during an “innocent” hug. Of course the button on her blouse was one button too low and she enjoys showing her tan legs wearing shorts and wedge sandals.
She told me to have a seat while she leaned up against my desk. She started to explain she was looking for her bank and remembered I worked close by. “I want to take my children on a trip.” Julie leaned over literally to rub my cock. She smiled again and said, “Looks like I still got it.”
Frankly, I was a little startled at first but quickly faded to a blissful daze. She’s asking me if I’m married and other personal questions while stroking me! I’m good and hard and frankly wanting to blow my wad right away only I don’t know why she’s here and I don’t care at the moment. I just can’t think straight.
I’m light headed and this woman has taken over. All I can do is just go with the flow. Julie stops and puts her foot where her hand was. She starts to undo a couple more buttons on her blouse, “You want some nipple?” At least I can tell she is enjoying tormenting me.
Julie explains she was going to her bank to get a little extra money for a trip she’s taking. But now that I’m here I could save her a trip to the bank. “Where is your check book?” she asked. I pull it out of the drawer. She goes right back to stroking me with her hand and leans up close to me. Her breasts are so close to popping out. She tells me, “I want to make you cum so hurry and write me a check.” Then she says, “Oh, you are in no state of mind for that… just sign your name right here. I’ll write it for you.” She is so helpful. I just do as I’m told.
She again replaces her hand with her foot and is pressing down on my cock. She completes the check. “How much is a trip to Disney World?” I told her it should be around 2 grand and then I asked her how much she was short? She looked right at me, pulled the check out of the book, folded it once and placed it in her bra and then she said, “Don’t be silly. I know you want to take good care of me. Are you ready?”
I just said, “Please.” Julie raised her other foot to my face and put her toes in my mouth and told me, “Cum for me!” My ex-girl friend trained me to cum on command when she put her toes in my mouth, but that was so many years ago. At some point I must have shared that with Julie.
Julie allowed me to enjoy her toes for about ten seconds and then she said, “Well I have to go. Errands to run, you know.” She nabbed a business card and walked out. She did tell me she would see again as long as I am “good,” whatever that means.
I reached for my checkbook. The carbon shows me how much she wrote the check for. Now that my head has cleared up and blood has come back. I realize I’m behind at work, horny as hell, and three thousand dollars poorer. It’s not easy being me |
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I've always been faithful to the one I serve. If a Mistress takes you as her own, it makes total sense to me to accept her chip under one's skin so that she can keep tabs with her slave via GPS or on her phone.
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A Mistress had reminded me to write about the Vegas vacation I took at the end of last year. As I stated in the journal we did have fun and we did quite a few activities together which was in the realm of what many of the “non-kinksters” would do. In the interest of time, I’ll just write about those specific times that a reader from this site might be interested in.
I arrived in Vegas a day early so that I could prepare the room to her liking. The Towers at Planet Hollywood have a nice size kitchen, so I used that time to buy the food I would be preparing and have snacks, fresh fruits and drinks all requested by her ahead of time. Of course we were going to be eating out much of the time but she did not want to have to put on makeup and get ready every morning just because she was hungry.
I surprised her at the Las Vegas airport so I could get her bags and pay for the town car ride back to the casino. Mistress was beautiful, about my age with long, almost platinum blonde hair. She was dressed in almost business casual attire with low open toe heels. We didn’t say that much on the way to the hotel. I guess we just needed some time to adjust to each other. I didn’t want to be overly talkative or worry about the uncomfortable silence.
Once we got to the room, her mannerisms changed a bit. I brought the bags to her room and offered to unpack them and hang up her clothes. She just grabbed me by the hand and led me to the main room. She had me squat behind a chair in the corner and told me to stay there until notified. I was worried that I may have over stepped my position and that I might be spending the whole trip behind that chair.
About an hour and half later, she came out and slid on the large leather “L” couch wearing a T-shirt a thong and slippers. Now I considered myself very lucky, because I did not expect to see her like that the whole trip, so I was subduedly delighted. She called to me and told me to undress and kneel before her. I was to put my clothes in “my room” which I assumed was behind the chair.
While undressing I couldn’t help but glance a few times in her direction. I swear I didn’t notice before but this beautiful woman had curves! I remember thinking how ironic that the suite we stayed in had a picture of Marilyn Monroe over the couch!
Mistress was playing with her cuffs and ball gag as I kneeled before her. I hate ball gags. They push your teeth out and make you slobber all over, but I was tying not to show emotion either way.
She immediately had me lean forward so she could place the contraption in my mouth and around my head. The handcuffs came right after. Of course I’ve been this way before. I just find it hard to do anything for a woman in the name of “service” when placed like this.
She quickly went through the rules again and reminded me of my stature. She was very clear she had a special slave at home and that I was to be used however she sees fit while on our stay but I should not to expect to get emotionally involved with her longer term. None of this was new to me and had been discussed before. I’m sure she just wanted to set the tone of our stay early. I guess what goes on in Vegas… does stay in Vegas! I’m sure you saw that coming.
What she did next though, did surprise me. She turned around on the couch with her gorgeous bottom right in front of me. This woman had back, not like an overly heavy woman... she just had a nice bubble butt! She reached for me so I leaned forward. She guided my head close by grabbing my hair. She then let go of me and spread her cheeks. I was told to get really close but not to touch her. Then she let her cheeks free to wrap around my face and she even backed into me a little. Mistress was so warm and soft. I was in heaven. Only her thong was between us. Even after the long flight, she was clean. She had explained to me that her slave deep cleaned her with his tongue right before she left for the airport.
If I did what I was told, I may have that same privilege when our vacation is over, she explained. She told me the thought of her going back and telling her slave that I did this for her turned her on, so she hopes I’m up for the days ahead.
More later….. |
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I know I need to update my journal regarding the Vegas visit with Mistress. We did have a good time. She had already told me she was involved with another sub and that the trip was just some time away. So it was never intended to become something more.
In other words, although we enjoyed ourselves and the trip was a success, I find myself alone often and therefore without proper direction to give my life more purpose. Perhaps, this moment is just a reflection of my mood this afternoon. |
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Have a great weekend everyone!.... and do something naughty. |
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I received a wonderful letter from a local Domme who was concerned I could get ripped off by a Mistress. I appreciated her concern and the knowledge she shared regarding the various ways I could be swindled.
I want to assure everyone, that I am careful. I don’t get locked up in a box or handcuffed by someone I don’t know. The best times during “play time” is when it’s fun and consensual for both parties. I can assure you if my Mistress is not having a good time, then I’m not since I am gratified by her happiness and approval.
Here is my response to her concerns:
Hello and thank you for writing! Wow, thank you for your concern as well. That wasn't the first time I bought her something or the first time we met. I consider her a good friend from various playtimes. She's just a little too young and way to beautiful for me to try and develop into anything serious.
If she wanted to use my credit card, I'm sure she would... and then tell me about it later. She knows how to keep me addicted and so excited, that I really don't care what she does at the moment. For example, I knew she put her address down and she knew I knew but what I didn't write was... she was in my computer chair with one foot pressed up against my cock while I was on my knees looking over the desk. She just knows to when to give it a little rub or extra pressure to keep the blood pumping to that area. She does this so innocently, so casually, with such beautiful femininity. I actually think back at what she does to me with amazement and a smile.
She uses the opposite approach to the brass key holder approach that most CM Mistress’ prefer. I love that about her. She keeps me in a state of mind where I can't think straight. Mistress has the power and could have taken much more from me than what I have given her. I am glad to work and pay off that TV and try again later for one in my home.
Thank you again for writing. Please have a wonderful evening! |
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Mistress came over last night. I think she just wanted some peace and quiet. Perhaps she needed time away from her clubbing. I made her a salmon dinner and massaged her feet under the table while she watched some television.
I want her to come over more often but I was worried my older, outdated television might bore her. I had already been considering replacing it but I wasn’t sure how to bring the subject up in order to get her permission. I asked her if she wanted me to buy a nicer TV, so she would enjoy her shows on a larger screen. I was thinking 55” Samsung.
She seemed to perk up a little and told me she would help me pick one out. After dinner, we searched on line. She picked out a 65” Sony LED LCD. She put in my credit card information and used HER address for shipping. Well I guess I should have seen that coming. I hope she enjoys her new TV! |
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I have always tried to make myself available to those I serve. I have never persued anyone because I felt it was better to be taken or chosen to serve another by a superior woman… who would clearly do a better job in finding suitable servants to meet her wishes or pass me on to another because they have considered another Domme to be a better fit.
Unless collared sometime soon, I am flying out to Vegas again before the end of the year. I guess, I was wondering if it would be appropriate, and not overstep my status, to actually invite a Mistress to go with me.
I could meet with a “pro” while in Las Vegas but I feel it might be just another empty encounter. I really have no experience with “Pro Dommes” but I gather there is not very much emotion evolved… other than making me cry. Lol. |
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There was a Domme on CM from New Jersey. She’s requesting a slave be on call for oral servitude. She would first interview his talents in public places when and where she chooses. If he did well, she would eventually have him come over to her home at her whims. He wasn’t to say anything, just perform and then be dismissed to go home if she didn’t need anything else at the moment. He was supposed to like large breasts.
I’m just thinking… isn’t this like a dream come true for a submissive. To be able to really put forth all of your efforts into pleasing… worshiping a woman in this way. From my own experience, I love for a woman to orgasm off my talents and enthusiasm.
I hope she found what she was looking for. She was asking for so little. |
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What happened to the Mistress/slave relationship? It should be a little like a marriage. It should last longer than a month and you should take care of each other. If I’m sick, for example, take some of the payroll I just gave you and send me to a doctor. Don’t have me sleep outside naked in the cold patio so you will not have to hear me sneeze! A slave will go to the end of the earth to make sure his Mistress is taken care of. Seems to me a slave is not only source of immediate funds now, but on-going revenue and favors to help make a Mistress’ life better on-going. I guess, being past property myself, I don’t see the point of damaging an on-going revenue source. The Mistress wants her life to be better so she accepts a slave or an additional one to add to her stable. A slave wants his Mistress’ life to be better, so he works hard to contribute to what should be BOTH of their objectives!
I guess my intellect must get in my way. I hear of Mistress’ having their slaves eat pizza until they puke or drink tequila until they pass out… for the Mistress’ amusement. This is just silly and should have no bearing on the relationship. I don’t see how the Mistress’ are better off by this behavior. I won’t even call it a relationship because they obviously doesn’t care whether their slave lives or dies. I understand humiliation and how it could be used as a part of behavior modification, but who learns what lesson by this?
My Mistress used to come home after shopping and I would bring out a tub of hot water, take off her shoes so she could soak her feet in the tub. I would massage them and have a towel and lotion ready. While her toes were soaking, I would then go and clean her shoes/boots and give them a shine using conventional means. What good would it be for me to lick off a pound of mud, dirt and crap from her boots? Sure I loved kissing her feet when given permission. They were never black on the bottom from walking barefoot all day. What kind of woman does this?
I guess even though all Mistress are above my status, there are different levels of class between them. A Mistress should consider her goals and objectives, and then find slaves that help her to meet her desired personal growth.
Anyway, I don’t really want to pretend to give advice to Mistress’. I just felt like ranting on line since I would never be allowed to do it in person. I am what I am, which is far from perfect. If I find the right Mistress which I believe is my lifelong owner, she won’t have to demand me to sign over my possessions because I would have already wanted her to have them. |
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I've tried "on-line" submission before. It seems one spends a lot of time and money but niether party really gets that much out of it...meaning no "real" connection, so it doesn't last. I'm left with an empty feeling, like I would have been better off going to a club or something. Am I wrong? |
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I was excited today because I received a text from Mistress she was taking me to lunch today. She was buying me lunch! That’s never happened before. I guess this was her way of thanking me for her recent purchases. She loves to spend.
Mistress had informed me she was bringing a friend in from out of town, so I was to be on my best behavior. I thought, that’s me all the time!
Right at 11:30 A.M. my assistant “buzzed” me to let me know they have arrived. Mistress and her friend just marched in my office and did not wait for me to greet them in the lobby. Of course, I was very happy to see them both. Mistress brought a beautiful blonde friend named Marci. She did not say much and seemed more focused on texting on her phone but she did smile before plopping into the leather, lazy chair cattycorner to my desk.
Mistress came right over and sat on my desk right in front of me. She put her heel up on my chest and with a grin pushed me and the chair rolling back. She looked so good in her silky camisole, short shorts, and heels. As she crossed her legs, she pointed to the floor by her feet. I immediately got down on my knees and waited for further instructions.
“I told Marci you were one of my favorite slaves and that’s why we are having lunch, so do as you are told…. And get naked for me right now. Do not get up and stay on your knees,” she said.
I separate work from play so I was a little worried a co-worker may barge in for a signature of something. Fortunately, I didn’t have a scheduled meeting until later in the afternoon, but some anxiety crept in and I didn’t want to show the panic that was swelling up in me.
Just then her shoe came across my cheek. “Have some respect for the clothes I allow you to wear. Fold them and place them on the desk,” she ordered. She doesn’t normally raise her voice to me because I always do as I’m told. I think she wanted to show her friend she was serious and in charge even in our office environment. Marci actually stopped texting and leaned forward in her chair.
For the next ten minutes, I was fortunate to be able to clean Mistress’ shoes while Marci giggled and took a few photos on her phone. Mistress even had me lick the inside of her shoes. She asked me if her toes need to be “done” again. Is that really a weekly event?
Marci pointed to my “member” twitching around but Mistress said to just ignore it. She told Mari, if it bothers her they could both take turns kicking me in the balls until it relaxes.
To settle me down, I sat quietly with Mistress’ delicate feet on my face as she picked up the phone and made a “pampering appointment,” (hair, massages, pedicures etc.) for both of them. She reached next to her in my pile of clothes and pulled out my wallet to use my credit card while she had them on the phone.
Finally she grew tired of this scenario. “Time for lunch,” as her feet came off my face. I instinctively began to place her shoes back on. She stood up and said, “kiss them while you can.” So I stayed on my knees kissing her feet. Mistress pulled the cash (around $350.00) out of my wallet and dropped the wallet inches from my face. She then dropped a five dollar bill on the floor as well. She told me. “That is for lunch,” she exclaimed. “See, I told you I was buying your lunch today. You are so lucky to serve me.”
I was told to stay naked, on my knees until they left. Mistress informed me I should go to the ATM and replenish my wallet because I never know when I might see her next. She said she may even come over tonight if she and Marci find some bois to play with tonight. I can be their butler wait on them all. I don’t think she will do that to me. They bantered back and forth on how to spend the rest of the afternoon as they walked out of my office without even looking back at me. |
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I ran into a little “de ja-vu” today. I was starting to get hungry for lunch when I received a call from a Mistress Tanya from deep in my past… and this was many years ago! I think she got married and moved to another city. Anyway, she calls and says she missed our “fun times” together and wanted to get together over coffee just to catch up. Of course, I said “sure!” I mean, who am I to say “no” to a mistress… plus I really wanted to catch up with her.
She immediately told me to cancel my appointments for lunch and for a couple of hours and told me to instead meet her at a prominent shoe store. Now that brought back memories. Whenever she wanted shoes she would lead me around the store by my necktie and ask me, “Daddy, do you think my boyfriend will like me in these? She loved to embarrass me. Every once in awhile she would grab me and lead me around by my crotch. I think she liked me hard around her all the time. The last time I was at this store she told the attendant who was about to place the new shoes on her feet, “Oh no, you can’t do that. I have a personal slave that does that for me.” I’d be on my knees placing shoe after shoe on her delicate feet. She’d get up walk around me and tell me to “stay” so I could see how beautiful she looks in her new shoes.
She sat down one time and I was about to take off her heel and she told me to wait. She told me, “This is what I do when I’m putting out a cigar.” She would place her foot on my crotch and smash it into my leg. Oh, I loved that. I would just grow harder. She was a lot of fun.
The flashbacks were just coming at me the whole drive to the store. Once I got there and walked in… Mistress Tanya was just as beautiful as ever. Wow…miniskirt and stockings… she had the whole store watching her. She grabbed me and pulled her with a big hug and a smile. I didn’t stand a chance. No man could.
Tanya handed me several shoes and grabbed me by the hand to lead me off to the side. She had me sit of the floor in front of a large mirror with my legs spread far apart. She placed a delicate hand on my head and said, “Oh look… a place to put my Coke.” I was lucky she did not have one or she would have used my head as a table. I thought, hmm… this whole scenario is new, as I wondered what was next. She explained some boys were watching her and she wanted me to block their view. Of course, they could just see around me, but I knew I wasn’t to say anything.
I placed the shoes on her precious feet, just like old times. She seemed very happy, smiling at them, walking close to the mirror and then over to me and back again. She would come up so close to me. Her painted toes would be an inch away from my crotch. I knew she was just teasing me again and we both knew I loved it.
While being right up against me she turned around and looked at the mirror. She told me, “I really like the way these feel. Feel my new shoes!” I reach around her legs and caressed the leather. “They are very nice,” I told her. She bent over from her waist and caressed her shoes. I guess I didn’t realize her miniskirt had hiked up and her panties were right there in my face. I tried to look away but she reached for my tie between her legs and pulled my face right into them. She told me I was being a “bad monkey looking without permission” as she straightened up but continued to hold my tie while rubbing her beautiful cheeks all over my face. She just giggled at my predicament. She then turned around and began stepping all over my crotch over and over, quite hard while rubbing my face in her panties. I could tell she was turned on. Her aroma was intoxicating and my head was spinning. She looked down to me and said, “Men are so easy. I have you wrapped around my little finger and you will still do anything I tell you to without question won’t you?” I could only say, “yes, Mistress!”
With that she abruptly stopped and ordered me to get up and pay for the shoes, load them in her car and then drive her car around to the front of the store. As I was getting out of her car to let her in she grabbed my balls and held them tight. She told me she loved having me by the balls and she liked them better blue, so I was not to cum thinking about her. I could earn that later at her convenience. I was instead ordered to use my energy thinking of ways I could better her life.
She told me she wanted to stop by my office soon. She needs to look over my finances because she is not sure how much I can budget for her new car. “My husband can be so cheap, but you will never let me down,” she told me.
I probably never will. She is so much fun. |
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