To worship at your perfectly beautiful feet Princess.

Hello, thank you very much for spending some of your very precious and valuable time reading my profile. I hope that you will not feel that these moments have been wasted, but if so, please accept my most abject and humble apologies.

I am a 45-year-old british guy who seeks the supreme honour and privilege of serving Mistress on a 24/7 basis. i am a relative newcomer to all this (about 9 months just on the internet). Although naturally assertive i am also obedient, a quick learner and determined. i have been told that i am kind and caring and pride myself on being the perfect gentleman who is always attentive to the care and comfort his superiors, women. My dream is to meet a lady who will train me not only how to fulfil her every need, wish and whim but also teach me how to anticipate her deepest, desires dreams and fantasy.

I enjoy all the arts especially reading, music and the cinema and consider myself very honoured when the Lady gives me the benefit and insight of her opinions on the movie we have just watched, the other people in the restaurant, fashion, life et all……

i have been travelling extensively over the last few years, having stayed Tokyo, London and the West Coast over the last few months. I will be free for permanent relocation from May 2006.

PART THREE: Tomorow

Right, lets get something clear right from the start she said. From now on, you are my property, my plaything, my pet, my pastime, my puppy and my slave. You may well have been fantasising about becoming my toyboy but the reality is that you are now my toy, boy! A toy for Mistress to play with whenever Mistress wants, wherever Mistress wants, with whoever Mistress chooses to share you with and in whatever way Mistress chooses to amuse herself. When I say “Kneel” you do not look around like the dumb animal that we both know you are, but you kneel down immediately with your eyes focussed on the ground in front of you. In time your whole existence, your every waking thought, in fact your only waking thought will be on how to best serve your new owner. Let’s face it, you have been waiting for this moment, this opportunity for your whole life and we both know it. The question is, are you going to blow it? I wonder?

Your whole vocabulary now comprises of just two words. Two very precious words that only the privileged few ever get to utter in my presence. Can you guess what these two words could be? Can your tiny little brain with its non-existent imagination take a guess, no? You will say with both enthusiasm and gratitude,

“Yes Princess”. Now sit still and think about what Pretty Momma has just told you, and if you so much as move an inch, even just flinch, that will be it, end of story, “Bye Bye Loser!” Do I make myself clear?

“Y-Yes Princess” I stammered.

At this point she turned to speak to the waitress who had been standing patiently at the side of the table, pencil in hand, waiting to take her order. In an instant Mistresses voice completely changed as she spoke to the waitress in a much more delicate and polite tone. “I am so sorry, I became distracted for a moment, would you mind repeating what you said about the wines, I didn’t quite catch what you said!”

PART THREE: A YEAR LATER.

Almost as soon as she put the phone down slave asked the question that she knew he had been longing to ask. “If it may please you Princess, may i brush your beautiful hair now”.

His impatience irritated her but this was not the time to do anything about it, she was enjoying her morning soak too much. At least he had at last learned to get the fragrances right, the Chanel in the soothing waters blending perfectly with the lavender of the incense candles.

“Yes slave, brush my hair now, the ivory brushes. And tell me, which bristles do you think Mistress would prefer this morning.”

“If it may please you Mistress, may i suggest the medium bristles?”

“Why?”

“Well, you wore your wonderful hair up last night Ma’am, and i think that there are now some tangles that need attention. I also remember that you told me, when i first came here, that the hard bristles were never to be used before seven O’Clock at night.”

“Such a good boy. But tell me slave, which bristles do you like to use.”

“i used to love the hard bristles most of all. Not just because that after an hour or so they make your hair so radiant, but also because, as i remember thinking, the sound they made as they passed through your hair was just about the most beautiful music that i had ever heard”.

“And you don’t like that now?”

“No, no, not at all Mistress. It’s just that i have learned never to think about my own pleasure, but only about what Mistress desires”.

“Such an attentive caring slave, very good, Mistress is pleased with you, so, if you’re a good girl, a very good girl, in a while Mother will let you hold the mirror up like she did yesterday.”

He turned away to fetch the ornate brushes from the top of the antique dresser. The heavy black wood inlaid with her Monogram in Mother-of-Pearl fitting snugly into his hand. He was delighted that she had noticed the mirror yesterday. He had spent almost the whole night a couple of days earlier adjusting the ceiling lights, so that when he held the mirror at just the right angles, she too could admire the many tints and hues in her perfect main.