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| I am a 48 year old submissive who has come under the control and ownership of Mistress Damiana in Los Angeles. She is an unparallelled Goddess that in my opinion rates as the best Mistress out there. I have played at this for some years but now find myself frighteningly under he control aroused yet fearful of what she may choose to do with me. I have always fantasized about being owned by a Mistress, but she has blurred the lines of fantasy and reality. I now no longer think of myself as a normal heterosexual male. My fantasies are being made by her to do her bidding. That includes sucking the cock of other subs, confessing and being made to conjure up the most extreme of fantasies which she then carries out, and watching my financial solvency evaporate as I give her what she needs. I am honored to know her. Like a lab rat, a text from her to my phone with a "ping" elicits arousal as I wonder what she will have for me next. What is left of my masculinity is vanishing. She is gong to be trimming my pubic hair, making me remove body hair, and expects to keep seeing me pushing me further down the rabbit hole. I leave her occasionally and know that I may not be doing what is best for myself, but keep running back. Even as I write this, I fantasize about kneeling before her crying in relief and begging her to keep seeing me as I think of how laughable and pathetic I am. I will continue to suck cock for her gratefully, and beg her for the privilege of such.
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