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| Submissive/Slave male seeking dominant woman to serve domestically or as desired.
Seeking:
to be controlled
to be told what to do
to be trained
to be verbally abused
to be humiliated
to be punished
to be used
to be objectified
to please my domme
to serve my domme
to be degraded
to be disciplined
Seeking a hard-core dominant, intelligent, confident, and controlling lady who knows how to use her power.
I offer loyalty, devotion, and servitude. I offer an eclectic background. I offer common sense and intelligence.
I seek long term FLR with a serious real lifestyle domme.
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Things I can't stand:
People who feel sorry for themselves.
People who are whiners.
People who focus on problems instead of solutions.
Social Justice Warriors.
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My Mistress brought her dome friend over. She brought her over to the ARR. The Mistress had me hanging by my wrists and muzzled. I listened to their conversation. "Do you like the ARR, I just had it cleaned and decorated?" "It's wonderful. I need one of these for myself at home." "For sure." "How's the slave?" "Its fine." She started giggling. "Its just hanging out." They both started laughing aloud. "Check this out." She pointed to my ass. "Look closely." She spread my ass cheeks. "Oh, my goodness," she gasped. "What is that?" "It's a zucchini. And by the way, it's huge." "How did you get it in there?" "It took half a day, but with persistence, it'll fit. You see, the body is very resilient. He felt it going in. He was even passing out. But now it's just part of him." "Oh, my. What a trooper." "When his mind complies, his body follows." "How interesting." The Mistress smacked my ass cheek, then they left. |
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I love the smell of my Mistress's dirty nylons. She wears them all day and then gives them to me as a treat. They have a very distinct scent to them. They smell like sweat, leather, and perfume. They almost smell like Doritos. My cock gets so stiff when I smell them. The nylon itself has its own smell. When they are wet with perspiration, I get especially excited. I'm so lucky to have such an awesome Mistress. She is my queen forever. |
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My Domina had me open my mouth and she plopped a blue pill on my tongue. "Swallow," she demanded. Gulp, I obeyed. We were both naked and standing in her bedroom quarters. She told me to turn around and bend over. She charged the syringe with the serum and stuck the needle in my thigh muscle. She then proceeded to inject me. Then she took a large bottle of androgel and lathered my body with it. She then injected herself with pure T and she walked me to the bed. I was now raging on hormones. She was too. "Pigslut, you are to fuck me. Understand?" "Yes, Mistress," I replied. This was totally out of the ordinary. Usually I pleased her orally, or she was doing the fucking. So with a raging hardon that would never go away, and both of us in a primal state, we copulated. She slapped me, pulled my hair, dug her nails in my back, pinched me, and bit me for an hour straight. We were together in that hot room, sweaty, and gyrating non stop. We just didn't stop. We couldn't stop, even if we wanted to. I was there to please her, to be her instrument, and it worked. This is something that would not happen again for a long long time. But for that particular afternoon, it did. And it was good. |
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My only responses are:
Yes, Ma'am.
No, Ma'am.
No excuse, Ma'am.
Ma'am, I do not understand.
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So the morning started out great. I was doing my chores (dusting, vacuuming, washing dishes, doing the laundry, cleaning the bathrooms, etc.). But upon inspection of the bathroom floors, my Queen got angry about my lack of attention to detail. I swear that I was on my hands and knees scrubbing all of them too. Whatever I missed, she was livid. So I was made to strip, flex cuffed (hands behind my back) and led to the Attitude Readjustment Room (or the ARR). Here I would endure my punishments at the hands of my Queen. The ARR was in a remote part of the house and was hidden away. It was also soundproof. The first punishment was 25 peepee spankings. My Queen stretched my penis out flat on a table and snapped it with a 12" ruler. The was horrible pain to endure. If anyone thinks this is fun, they are out of their mind. Then I was to receive 25 testicular crushes. My testicles were placed in a device the Queen called the "Nutcracker Sweet". The lever is long, so it doesn't take much strength to crush. It is dialed in to create maximum pain with minimum damage. Each move of the lever made me gasp and then whimper. The Queen enjoys the sounds that come out of me when she applies pain to my body. She also likes to see me sweat. She claims that she can smell the fear and pain coming from my body. But anyways . . . My Queen then gave me 25 OTK spankings (which weren't too bad). And finally, she flogged my back 25 times. The flogging actually felt good because it got my mind off of my genitalia. My Queen then put me in the box for what was supposed to be one hour. But one hour turned into six because she said that she was going shopping with Tyrone (her BBC beau). She left water for me, which I can drink from a tube within the box. She also left me a dog dish of oatmeal. To urinate, an empty bottle is left in the box for me. My mind was now on my pain and what I needed to do next time in order to avoid this torture. |
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It's Christmas time. Yay! It's Christmas morning and the Mistress has me run her bath. I bathe her thoroughly as she desires. I pamper her and worship her as I wash her body. I shampoo her hair and massage her shoulders and back. I dress her in her sexy Mrs. Clause outfit, her black tights, and her leather boots. She has picked out an elf costume for me to wear, complete with green tights, pointy shoes with bells, a tunic, and hat. We walk to the living room together and observe the beautiful tree with lights and gifts underneath. I'm excited. I give her my gift. She opens it up and sees her diamond necklace. She is very pleased with her slave. That is encouraging. She hands me her gift to me. I open the wrapping paper and the box. It's the greatest gift ever: A box of her worn and scented pantyhose in a Ziplock baggy. She warns me, "Not now! For later." "Yes, Mistress." She looks so sexy. She gets comfortable on her couch and begins watching tv. I serve as her footstool. Then she orders me to worship her boots and legs. I do that for a good hour, groveling at her feet, and praising her for her beauty and graciousness. "I love you so much, Mistress. You are so beautiful. I would do anything for you, my Highness." She then turns her ass to me and lifts her Mrs. Clause skirt. "Good," she says. "Start kissing that ass." "Yes, Higness. I will worship that sexy ass all day long." I begin to kiss and lick and massage. Later that afternoon. We eat together. She puts my slop in the trough as she eats at the table. That evening we watch movies together on tv and snuggle together on the couch. She can feel my harness under the green tights of my elf costume. We spoon and kiss, our tongues locking together. I suck on her tongue. By the end of the evening, she brings out a final present to me. It turns out to be a pink bunny costume. I tell her that it looks hot and uncomfortable. "You'll wear it, now!" She screams. I put it on. She strips down naked for bed and tells me to get in with her. "You'll keep me warm at night, bunny rabbit." "Yes, highness. I will do as ordered." We kiss and hug and fall asleep together in bed. |
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So my Mistress has put me on a vegetarian plant-based diet. I am much more leaner and healthier now and I thank her every day when she fills my doggy dish with cabbage, broccoli, and lettuce. My Mistress on the other hand has been eaten large meals of meat and starches. She has gained weight, especially muscle since she has been weigh lifting. She is so strong now that she can quite easily rough me up, as she so frequently enjoys doing. She enjoys wrestling with me and applying submission holds on me. She also enjoys strapping me down and applying pressure points to create excrutiating pain. Her other hobby is applying stress positions to me and seeing how much I can or cannot endure. She is getting very good at her craft. Today she ate a rather large meal in front of me as I ate my humble lettuce and carrots in my doggy dish. After two hours, she had a bowel movement. She took me to the restroom to watch as she squatted on the toilet and defecated. She then shoved my head into the toilet bowel to smell and worship her feces. This may sound rather disgusting, but I have been trained for this. I have learned to enjoy every aspect of my Mistress, no matter how strange or unflattering. I take deep breaths and enjoy the aroma. I look at the long and solid logs at the bottom of the toilet bowel. My Mistress looms over me and watches with a big grin on her face. She is proud of her slave. She realizes that her programming and conditioning has been a success. I love my Mistress. She is so good to me. "I love you, Ma'am!" "I know you do, honey." "Thank you for conditioning my mind and body, Ma'am!" "You're welcome, pigslut. Now keep smelling those turds." "Yes, Ma'am." |
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"Pigslut!" Yes, Ma'am. "Open the hole under your nose." Yes, Ma'am. She forced a dirty nylon stocking in mouth and shoved it deep in the back of my throat. "Chew on that, Pigslut. That's dessert." I began to chew as ordered. Next came another dirty stocking that was placed over my nose. It smelled so good to me. It was a mixture of her scent, her dirty feet, the leather from her shoes, and her favorite perfume. Ahhhh . . . I love that smell. She then pulled a pair of dirty pantyhose over my head, holding the stocking over my nose in place. The only thing I was wearing was a jockstrap. She wanted my pathetic manhood covered, but she wanted to have access to my anus. I was enjoying the taste and smell of her stockings. She grabbed the back of my neck and led me to her chambers. She opened the closet door. At the back of the closet was a secret door. She pulled the panel back and shoved me in. There was just enough room for me to stand in this place. "I'll be back in an hour for some more fun. Be good." She pulled the panel door and I was in complete darkness. I began to sweat inside this wall. I sniffed and chewed and waited patiently. |
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So upon my protest, she would say something like, "This endeavor will end once your insignificant balls are knocking between your knees." She enjoyed lifting me up in a kind of harness and up towards the ceiling with a pulley system. She would then stretch my balls for an hour at a time. But this time, she inverted me and had me hanging by my ankles from the pulley system. The blood was flowing down to my brain. She would only do this for about 10-15 minutes at a time. She was wearing her leather hat, a leather harness, crotchless pantyhose, and her knee high leather boots. Once she had me positioned where my face was facing her vagina, she then bear hugged me until my face was in her beautiful pussy and then fastened a strap around my midsection so that we were jointed. I instantly began eating her scrumptious pussy. I was so thirsty that I was slurping whatever moisture I could. "This is how we bond, slave." "Yes, Mistress," a said in a muffled tone. The juice was oozing into my nostrils and down my sinus cavity. It was difficult to swallow. As she orgasmed into my mouth, she screamed at the top of her lungs and gushed all over my face. She unlatched herself from me, lowered me, and left me on the floor until dinner time. |
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Her nicknames for me are "Piggy" and "Fuckface". Sometimes she just refers to me as "it" or "thing". |
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Some refer to you as a bitch, a shrew, a battle-axe, a cuckoldress. You are domineering, mean, cruel, and difficult. But whatever the case, you always get your way. Because it's your way or the highway. Men will typically avoid you, women hate but also envy you. You are referred to as a ball-buster. You enjoy taking out your frustrations on me, and I like it. Life feels better for you after you have exerted energy on punishing me. Life feels better for me when I can serve you in whatever way you desire. You are my evil queen and I am your gingerbread man. |
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Thank you for conditioning my mind and body, Mistress. Please may I have another. |
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Mistress took me to the shower and had me get on all fours. She had been collecting your urine all day long in a bucket. She filled the enema bag full of her steamy hot piss, inserted the nozzle in my ass, and released the stop. As it flowed in my intestines, I got excited and my entire body tingled all over. It was like a full body orgasm. It felt so good knowing that my Mistress's bodily fluids were entering my body. It made me feel closer to my domme. My bowels were full of her golden nectar. "Thank you, Mistress. I love you." "Love you too, slave," she replied. She held a plate under my penis and collected the cum as it shot out like a geyser. She held the plate up to my face and made me smell it. "Smells good, huh, slave?" "Yes, Mistress." "Time for dinner." She made me lick up my cum and swallow. "Yummy!" She started laughing out loud. "You will hold that in for an hour and then expel it, understand?" "Yes, Mistress." "You will sleep with me tonight, understand?" "Yes, Mistress." |
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You enter at the front door and you look beautiful as always. I am practically naked, only wearing a G-string that covers my pathetic manhood. I am on my knees with head bow. As you enter you barely acknowledge me and snap your fingers. I get on my feet with head down. You place your purse and keys down on the table and walk towards me. You grab my face with your hand and squeeze my cheeks and jaw, pulling it forward. You look upset with me, but I know that you are just in a bad mood. Your eyes bulge and your teeth grind. You am quivering in your grasp. Your other hand now reaches for my scrotum. You slap, grab, and squeeze. I am now at your total mercy. You are verbal abusing me and your hatred attacks me in the form of words and spit. I plead for your mercy, but you are having none of it. "Tonight," you say, "you will be on all fours on the bed and will be disciplined with the paddle. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Mistress," I answer. "Open your mouth," you say. I open my mouth wide. Your hand slides into my mouth until my mouth is filled with your entire hand. I am gagging and my throat is scratched with your fingernails. You want to shove your entire hand down my throat, but you restrain yourself. You feel my pathetic manhood and it is becoming rock hard. "This is a problem," you say. "The paddle will fix this." I nod with your hand in my mouth. "It's time." We walk to the room together. |
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My tears are tears of shame and pain. I only wish to be devoured by you. I only wish to love and serve you. Anything less is a day not worth living. I wish to be micromanaged by you, confined by you, controlled by you. You are already in my head. In public you turn your head and point to your cheek and I plant a gentle kiss on it. When we are together in the car sitting next to one another, you grab my crotch and tell me, "These are mine." I hang my head in shame and say, "Yes, ma'am." Tonight I will orally pleasure you. My tongue will be in your vagina and anus. I will suck your tits, kiss your ass cheeks, and lick the sweat from your arm pits. I want to hug you and hold onto you for the night, but I am locked up in the chamber beneath the bed. Sweet dreams, Mistress. I love you. |
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My Mistress pulled me by the hair to the punishment closet. She had an actual dungeon hidden away in the basement, but the punishment was for quick discipline. She had me strip and then pointed to the "box". The box was a wooden box that was 3 x 3 x 3 ft. It had a hole on the top for my head to go through. I enter the box as commanded and she shut the top hinged door over my head and locked it with a padlock. The heat was unbearable and the wood box made it even worse. She laughed and mocked me, then shut the closet door and left. I wouldn't see her for another three hours. The box sucks. |
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I like to be controlled and told what to do. I love a no-nonsense and dominant lady who demands respect. I want someone who can get into my head and enjoys doing so. She enjoys my submission and my degradation. She knows how to love and how to punish when needed. She knows what she wants and how to get it. She knows how to get the best out of me. My happiness is her enjoyment from my submission. The day begins with control and discipline and ends with the same. There is nothing that makes me more happy than to serve her body and soul. She is my master and I do as I am told. |
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| Age: 23 |
| Toronto, Ontario,
Canada |
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