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| Only searching to network for my Queen, and maybe posibbly to meet and chat with friends. I am collared and owned by Goddess Lady Coco Dior. I worship the ground Mistress Dior walks on, wake up every morning and thank god but at the same time than Mistress Dior for allowing me to be in such royalty presence. Im whatever Mistress Dior desires me to be and wherever Mistress Dior tells me to get. Any command given I obey with no objection.
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Another Saturday night which is club night for my Mistress. told ahead of time tonight will have guest for sure, so I vaccumed the house, dusted everything down. Went to the liquor store and bought 2 bottles of crystal and a bottle of ciroc, a gallon of lemonaide. Next I made sure there was grapes and cherries in a crystal bowl next to the bed. the sheets and blanket was cleand then folded down for Mistress and her guest. 2 champaign glasses and 2 bottles of crystal sat on the dresser next to the bed also. Mistress cigarrettes and 4 fresh rolled blunts. I hope Mistress is pleased with the preperations. I will now go lay on my blanket until Mistress arrives with her guest, then I know not what comes next. |
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Well here it is 330 AM and my Queen has arrived home, but to my surprise no company with her. I sigh of relief, but also dissapointment as I like for my queen to always be happy. After arriving home i immediately crawled to her as she entered the door. Without hesitating Mistress Dior kicked me with a hard kick right in my side makeing me roll over, "bitch where is my blunt, you know after your Queen has been drinking all night I like to smoke before I go to bed. I kept pleading im sorry Mistress, but to no avail. The next thing I know i was made to lay down on my back and Mistress Dior saying all this alcohol is running right through me and Mistress Dior than began to piss all over me, then even filling my mouth with her wonderful nectar. the final words Mistress would say to me was slave you will have the honor and blessing to stay like that till tomorrow afternoon smelling like your wonderful Queen. Mistress Dior then gave a big laugh and said bitch you better have me something to smoke ready when I wake up also. |
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Its a Saturday night I know my Queen is out with her wonderful friends, making all the men envy and buy them drinks. What Ebony stud will be the lucky one to catch my Mistress eye as i know, I could never satisfy any sexual urge my Queen has. Mistress has always been strict though letting me know when she brings company home Im to not embarass her. Im to not be shy and serve like I serve when no one is around, she humiliates even more around company anyway. Will I get to make my Mistress happy tonight is all that crosses my mind. stay tuned |
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to all unowned slaves out there, the worse thing you can do is bullshit a Domme. If the reason for the bullshit is fear let me inform you, that empty spot in yourself will never be filled untill you act on your fantasy. Mistress Dior fills all my insecurities. I get no freater feeling then everytime I am told I have done a good job, or fullfilled my requirements. In the future I strive to keep achieving and bettering my seving to my Queen eventually becoming a slave with no limits and letting Mistress Dior break me down to mere object. I kneel |
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Mistress Dior breakfast
every morning im to wake up 3 hours before my Queen, Mistresss Dior does not wake up till 10 AM on the dot, her alarm will go off. So im to wake up at 7 AM change into my maid uniform that must be neatly pressed, Mistress doesnt like a sloppy hoe. Mistress Dior normal breakfast consist of me frying turkey bacon, scrambled eggs with cheese, grits with butter and cheese, and a tall glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. I must be done and kneeled on the left side of the bed head down tray extended, for 10 AM right as the alarm goes off. Mistress will then wake and eat, while Mistress eats im to make sure to have her choice of foot wear clean and her out fit layed out. When Mistress Dior is finished eating my last morning duty is to have a cigarrette ready for her to smoke after she eats. Miss Dior always said there was no need for ashtrays in the house cause that is what a slaves mouth is for. |
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some ask why I have no hoobies filled out, no BDSM activities filled out or any religion. Some say my profile is some what empty. My hobbies is serving in any possible way Mistress Dior my Queen, doing anything possible to make my Queen happy. My religion is to worship and pray to Mistress Dior im very thankful and blessed to be collared by such a Ebony Queen. I have no limits, I believe a the difference in a slave and submissive, a sub is looking to serve as session, a slave is willing to let his owner mold and bend him to the exact way his Mistress requires, slaves back in the day had no opinion or no control. I am Mistres Dior's slave, nothing but a piece of property for Mistress Dior to do as she wish. I kneel |
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| Age: 30 |
| Bradley Beach,
New Jersey |
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