Boys. I will be without internet for the next week or so. This means no responses.

I know many of you have been waiting for a while. Things have been hectic in my life lately.

It's interesting the unexpected way dominance displays itself in real life. 

Two nights ago I went to an organized study night with a group I am in on campus. A male friend of mine had asked if he could see me for the night. I told him that's where I'd be and gave him permission to join. 

I did not tell him which floor I'd be on, so, I imagine he spent a considerable amount of time searching for me. It just so happened that five minutes after his arrival, my computer died. So, I needed to move to another table to plug it in. I stood up, expecting him to immediately follow me, but, he was too engrossed in his computer.

 So, I simply said "Come," rather assertively and he just got right up and started packing his stuff. The other girls at the table giggled and looked at me with some amusement.

 "Wow," one of them said. "Why don't you just get a leash?"

 That's when it hit me: Most wouldn't say that. Most would ask politely if the person would like to move. I simply expected him to move. I knew he was there for me and expected him to act as such.

Just a little tidbit from Goddess' life.

I have recently received two messages from unnamed ladies with eerily similar writing styles and picture styles. Neither of them have any sort of description of who they are and both of them warn me that users have contacted them reporting me.

Somehow, by my putting a picture of myself up I am a fake and not just that: a man! Goodness.

I asked one of them what my incentive could possibly be. I have not elicited money from any submissives that have contacted me, rather, I have made some form of conversation with them. Why would a fake waste so much time doing that? Why would a fake include details about personal life-- wouldn't it be better for them to slap up the same bull shit rhetoric about being UR PRINCESS. and SPOIL ME? 

Furthermore, why have none of these concerned subs contacted me? Why contact some nondescript lady (no offense to the ladies-- it just seems strange to me) and report me to them? Why not simply click the report button or ask me about my legitimacy? Further, both ladies send a second message asking if I have skype. Listen to me very clearly here, because I will only say this once:

I am a very private person. This is partly due to my future career aspirations: I am required to be careful. Additionally, I am aware that there are a number of people out there that would mean me ill-will. This is called being careful.

FINALLY: I cannot believe I have to say this, but, when I said do not contact me with fragmented sentences about what I would do to you, I mean it. I am NOT a pro-domme. I will not be providing you a service. I want to get to know you AS a person.

I get hundreds of messages with "pls can I serve u?". Stand out. Look at my interests and speak to me about them.

Honestly, how incredibly frustrating. I do not have time for this.

You know what I adore about my profile picture? 

It's mystery.

It's almost alluring, no?

I love thinking about your brains whirring as you attempt to guess about all of the hidden parts.  Don't you wonder what color my lingerie is? Do you think I'm wearing any at all? 

It must be excruciating to see how close my camisole is to riding up and revealing my perfectly round behind. Oh dear, poor boy, so close yet so far. Imagining your frustration kind of makes me want to giggle.

If only my lovely feet weren't hidden by those pesky thigh-high socks. I rather adore thigh-highs though. They fit my legs so nicely and keep me warm while I'm sleeping. Still, are my toes painted? Do they match my camisole? 

And, of course, there are so many other questions: Do you suppose I'm wearing a bra? It's very cold in Michigan, perhaps, my nipples are pointed. Again, you're denied the gift of seeing my creamy breasts. Oh, silly boy, you can only imagine what they look like.

What about my hands? Can you imagine my long, slender fingers? Do you suppose they're holding something-- could it be a whip for your punishment? Or, perhaps your first chastity device? 

What a wonderful tease. So many possibilities, yet, you can only imagine them.

Good night sleepy boys. Sweet dreams.