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UPDATE: Greetings, pets. I'm nearly ready to begin selecting my next toy. The first pets to be selected will undergo a trial period. The duration of the trial will be dependent on eagerness and obedience. Training during the trial period will include daily mental, physical, and spiritual training instructions. You will demonstrate your submission to me and your willingness to worship your Mistress as your Goddess and your sole deity. Pets who wish to be part of the trial period should send a creative, detailed message explaining why they should be considered.
UPDATE: Hello, my pets. Such eager little toys! Your messages are overwhelming, but your frustrated desire brings me so much pleasure. If I have not responded, do not assume you were found unworthy. Never give up. You know submission is the right path for you. You know that to submit is the only way you will feel whole. My next project, on which I will be focusing over the next 6 months, will be the training and potential adoption of a long term pet. If you truly desire to be owned, and if the words on my profile echo some of your deepest and most humiliating fantasies, I urge you to message me and inquire about the upcoming adoption.
You want me to control you. That is why you are here.
You are tired of being abused.
You desire genuine submission. You desire genuine humiliation. You desire to be fed or fucked or objectified or used or collared or chained or claimed.
Perhaps all of the above.
You desire to serve. To relinquish control of your body.
It's so much easier to simply obey.
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Do NOT message me if you do not desire complete control. Every single part of your body will be mine.
Do not mistake me, pet.
You will eat what I tell you, when I tell you, for as long as I tell you. If you get too full to move, it's because you are a submissive pet.
You will drink what I tell you, when I tell you, for as long as I tell you. If you have to piss more than you have ever had to piss in your life, or if you get drunk from my instructions, it's because you are a submissive pet.
You will orgasm when I tell you, where I tell you. If you are humiliated, it's because you are a submissive pet.
If you fail to obey me, you will be reminded that your body is mine. Your reminder will fit your failure. You may be forced to orgasm while I blow cigarette smoke in your face. You may be forced to orgasm while I shove food down your throat, making you fat and worthless. You may be forced to get drunk and piss yourself. You may be blindfolded for hours, forced to wear earplugs until the sensory deprivation leaves you mindless and shaking. You may be left permanently restrained, completely dependent on me for your survival. You may be forced to drink water while I hold your face under until you nearly lose consciousness. You may be forced to suck cock and drink the cum of a superior man while I tell you how inferior your tiny, pathetic cock is. You may be caged and put in chastity while I orgasm over and over and over.
Because, ultimately, your body is my property, and I will use it as I wish. You are a submissive little pet, and this is everything you desire.
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Mistress opens the door. I haven't seen her in days, and I want nothing more than to throw my arms around her and kiss her. Instead, I walk to the couch and sit, careful to keep my eyes lowered to the floor. I am unsure of what she expects from me. I have kept her waiting.
She remains standing, slowly sipping her wine. I sit quietly and wait. Suddenly, she moves toward me, and I feel her hand gripping my hair, shoving me to the floor. She tightens her grip and presses down until I feel the carpet against my forehead.
The moment my face touches the floor, I am changed, humbled. This is exactly where I belong. This is natural and perfect. My entire body fills with certainty and warmth. For the first time in my life, I am whole.
My body responds, instinctual, primal, pressing and holding itself closer to the floor. Mistress abruptly releases her grip on my hair and jerks my hips up. My ass is pulled into the air, and my balls dangle uselessly between my legs. I start to raise myself onto my hands, but Mistress grips my hair again, and my face is back on the carpet. I am overwhelmed, grateful, thankful. This is my proper place.
I close my eyes and surrender completely. With each breath, my chest melts closer to the floor. I can no longer feel the carpet cutting into my knees. Mistress places her shoe against my cheek, stepping on my face. I feel drunk with happiness and contentment. |
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPxAnN231yM
Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown):
I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.
She showed me her room, isn't it good, Norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere.
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on the rug, biding my time, drinking her wine.
We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed."
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath.
And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flown.
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, Norwegian wood?
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Note to potential pets: If you only messaged me once I uploaded a profile pic, take this time to do some serious soul-searching before you message another Domme. True submission must be felt in the very core of your being. It must be your purpose and your truth. |
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https://www.literotica.com/s/as-you-wish-my-mistress |
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The lock clicked and he felt a thrill run through him. Already he felt his cock straining to get out of its cage. She smacked his face harder than he liked, and he yanked against his restraints as she fastened a large dildo to the outside of his chastity cage. It rested huge and heavy on top of his helpless cock. He groaned at the knowledge that he couldn't move and would soon be ignored and used as a toy. His mouth watered to taste her pussy. He knew exactly how soft her thighs would feel on either side of his face. She smacked his face again and began to fuck his dildo. His cock was now painfully cramped in its cage. Each push of the dildo shot a dull pain through his stomach, but he heard himself begging her not to stop. He never wanted her beautiful tits to stop moving in front of his face. |
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Happy New Year! May you find all that you're seeking in 2016! |
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