If you are a bisexual sub, go be gay, because you probably are. 

Let me start by saying that without regular consistent submission, sub sluts get lax.

I arrived at this sluts house and as I stepped inside the door my nose scrunched up and the slut asked "What's wrong?" 

"Your house smells like a cat box, I hope the play space does not or we have both wasted each other's time." 

He knew things were starting off on the wrong foot. I instructed him to take my toy bag and lead the way downstairs. Fortunately for him, he had been cleaning down there so we proceeded. 

I noticed his shirt was not laying smooth on his chest and asked if he was wearing a bra? I hadn't requested this, so it irritated me when he said "yes". Unbuttoning his shirt, my lips close to his ear, I asked if the thought of having breasts was a turn on for him. His reactions were sending me a clear signal that indeed it was. When the shirt was opened I pulled down the bra and started milking his nipples until they stood, teasing him and then picked up the clover leaf nipple clamps he'd left out for me. 

Standing very close and in his face I said, "Well, I guess these are what you want since you left them out for me (although I know he hates them)". Then proceeded to attach them to his now swollen nipples. He reached out trying to touch me, embrace, or caress me and I swiftly took his wrists, pushed them back and told him to grasp them behind his back and not bring them out to touch me again. For good measure I yanked on the nipple clamp chains to show him I meant business. When he flinched and bent over feeling the pain, I slapped his face asking what the problem was. He after all left the clips out obviously for me to find and use.

I pushed down his jeans and low and behold, panties. He was wetting them up pretty well, so I grabbed his balls through the panties and again asked him who told him to wear those as I pulled and squeezed.  They were lovely to be sure, he always did have good taste, but he was getting them all wet, so I suggested we do something about that. MILKING! And he'd better produce. I pulled out his cock and proceeded to tie it at the base and the balls, but he kept on leaking.

I pushed him down to his knees, bent him over a foot stool that was there, which made him yowl because of the nipple clamps and yanked the jeans off as they were in the way of him spreading for me. This is the obsessive compulsive, "clean up on isle 5" guy, so I told him I was going to milk his prostate and let it all flow on to his carpet taunting him since I know messes make him nuts. Taunting him further, I told him that I knew he wouldn't mind because his house smelled like a cat box, so a little seminal fluid on the carpet wouldn't be such a big issue and if he was good, I'd let him lick it up when I was done. He actually started to beg that he be allowed to get a towel to put beneath him. I allowed him to get a saucer.

He got back on all fours and I moved the foot stool away, I wanted him looking at the milk as it flowed out of him. Putting on a pair of surgical gloves, I started to lube him up and realized how tight he was (read back to opening line). That did not please me, so I got out my leather paddle and decided to warm his a** up until it was good and red and hot, his yelps just made me that more ambitious, torturing him with the soft fur side then walloping him with the leather side. "You never know when it's coming do you?" I asked. Then wailed on him a good 10 hard strokes or so. He was out of breath when I finished, and began my anal assault again. "Compared to the paddle my fingers should feel pretty damn good don't they?" He agreed. I then told him to relax and open his slut a** for me. This time my fingers slipped right in and I gave him a prostate exam (after all he's over 50) and immediately I got the reaction I wanted.

I continued to invade him and work my fingers until I could easily slip 2 in and out then got out the milking tool. I explained that he might feel like he was going to urinate but that he should just go with the feeling because I was tired of him dripping on his own, it was my time to control what was going to come out of him. I slipped the milking tool in and of course he wanted me to f**k him with it, so I gave him a couple of deep thrusts then proceeded to rub it against his prostate. He watched as he was directed and thanked me for each stream of fluid I pressed out of him onto the saucer. When I thought we'd gotten it all, I'd continue to work the tool and low and behold another stream would flow. I love it when that happens! So I told him he was a good boy and that he should keep giving me everything. He was very happy that I was pleased with his efforts and quite astounded to watch the fluids being expressed out of his cock. I think I probably milked him for a half hour and the saucer had plenty to show.

As promised, I will be arriving at my little slut's home within an hour or so. I had to go through my toy bag and get everything ready, I find it inspirational...LOL.

He's already called last night, (he had to leave a message), and then two emails today "firming up" the time. Oh sure, that's what he wanted, not! He's afraid I'm going to get him all fired up only to do the Lucy holding the ball for Charlie Brown routine. Ha Ha Ha. I don't blame him, I have done it in the past but he deserved it.

I've been looking at hoods lately and decided that I think I'd like to have one. No peeking but open mouth. 

I'm in the mood today to penetrate every hole he's got, (not including ears), my sounds are ready and I'm going to make him watch as they invade his urethra. I'll make sure to have something up his p***y a** to keep him calm. Opps, just remembered, I have to go dig out some rubber gloves. 

Scaredy cats, scaredy cats, it's no wonder little sub men can't find the Dommes they need. They let their fears keep them from what could possibly be the best memories/experiences of a lifetime.  I granted an interview to one such submissive, only to come away thinking that he wasn't submissive at all and he proved ME correct. Another scared rabbit.

Another interview planned for someone who admits to having let his fears stand in his way in the past, only to realize now his regrets for succumbing to that fear. We'll see what happens.

In the mean time my old sub has been begging me to visit and I'm in the mood to give a good spanking then make his p***y a** my playground for an afternoon. Sunday when the rest of the male population is getting off on football, he'll be impaled and loving every minute of it. 

While cleaning out the spam, I came across a week old email from someone I interacted with probably 10 years ago. His email was short but said volumes, basically, he misses my touch every day and that no one had ever made him feel like I did when he was receiving a prostate massage and milking. He stated he'd be in my area at the end of the month and wanted to know if there was a possibility.

Rule #2 I never go backwards. Once my dominance is rejected, it is rejected forever, no matter how special the connection was at the time. If you scare yourself by submitting or think there's something better out there waiting for you, so be it. I always wish you well, and warn that you will miss me when I'm gone. Case in point!

My latest investment is coming along quite nicely. He never comes empty handed and is never late. Good qualities.

Fortunately at our ages, the erotic responders are still very much firing, so having his hard cock as my "for now" favorite toy inspires me. His honesty so refreshing, his embarrassment after the fact endearing as he realized the vulnerability I was able to expose. 

When I told him one of his new responsibilities was going to be to tend to my clit pumping ritual, he had no idea what I was talking about...LOL. Poor thing, for a man of the world, so sheltered it seems. I explained that as a Dominant with a huge penis envy thing going on,  that clit pumping not only extends the clit but also makes it more sensitive. So when I use the strap on it almost makes me feel like I too have a cock. I also told him that little clit/cock is more accessible and open to many more repeating orgasms as I have him service me at my whim. He's learned to enjoy the penis like qualities of my clit.

Once I revealed that new chore, he wanted to unburden himself about a device he owned and asked permission to use my ipad to show me the actual product. I was so pleased that he decided to share this intimacy. It turned out to be something called a FleshLight. I've instructed him to bring it when we meet next. 

Gradually, I am seeing him relishing in my pleasures which I don't think has happened much to him in the past. I know he's never had anyone as straightforward when it comes to sensual arts, and the desire to apply them to a willing subject. 

My very long time on and off, sometime sub has come begging. While we have spent some time together mostly jamming musically, I have made a conscious decision not to interact in the ways that I know would amuse me the most. His inconsistent nature and his personal issues just don't appeal to me, even though he is more than willing to submit his genitals. Like most of us, especially at this juncture in life, I want the whole, not just the pieces. Emotionally strong, intelligent, self sustaining, and willing to please are the necessary requirements. 

I will go visit this evening, he has informed me that he needs something about 10 inches to set him straight....LOL. Of course my mind asks the question "Does he really?" I think I would like to put him to the test, just because he voiced it.  Rule #1: say what you mean and mean what you say. 

He knows that by now. I think I will go look in my bag o'tricks and see which 10 inches he can beg for. LOLOLOL

Home all in one piece and have had enough traveling. My current "interest" came over and was only too eager to massage and pamper, no complaints here. Back rub, neck rub, body worship, and extended time between my legs. He has learned to suck my woman's cock with true enthusiasm, happy to do so, with the hopes I'm sure of attention to his balls which he loves offering to me. Since he was such a good boy, those orbs were the center of his world. LOL

Headed to my homeland, Germany. See you fakirs when I return.

As he laid on my king size bed I asked, "how's your dick doing?" This surprised him but he said," limp but fine". So I slithered in next to him, careful not to put my hand between his legs, and said, "how about we take a walk on the wild side and let me try a cock ring on you?" He paused but ultimately said, "ok lead the way." Just the right words I needed to hear. 

I had a surgical steel ring sitting by my bed for weeks and snatched it up, fearful that his cock might start to get hard and then we wouldn't be able to use the ring. I was pretty sure he wasn't up for any cock tying which is what I really preferred, but I have to remember to take things in tiny steps. I rubbed the cock ring to warm it up, then proceeded to slip it on over the balls then pulling a limp dick through and it fit just fine. Since he tends to go into sensory overload so easily, once it was in place I just started to manually manipulate him as I normally do. It took him a while to refocus away from the cock ring but he eventually did.

Imagine how surprised I was to make a connection of substance from Craigslist a few months ago. My ad was not about d/s but simply someone who might be looking and also enjoyed being penetrated. Two applicants were considered, one I took on a road test a time or two, and then he faded into the woodwork. The other however, I simply hung out with and got to know via email, phone, and eventually meeting. The meets lasted a month or two, before I finally decided I might want to engage with him sexually.

He knew of my dominant tendencies behind closed doors but I took things very slow, mostly vanilla, but applied long durations of cock control. Slow, artistic, exquisitely sensual, torturous, manipulation, producing a hard on that pulsates from anus, to the constantly dripping tip. A very slow but effective molding, the beginning steps of trust and submission.  I have learned the spot on his cock  that forces his wetness to flow and as I gently speak  encouraging words to promote that dripping, I've even gotten an unsolicited, "yes ma'am"...and I smile.

It is during these times, that I have also given more attention to his balls, manipulating and gently stretching them. When I use my lubricant on them, he admitted he'd never had his balls "polished" and it has become a very playful, intimate joke between us, to the point that now when I'm in the mood, I'll say "I think you need to be polished" and he knows exactly what's in store.

The "polishing" has also enabled me to extend the massaging to his anus. He's learning to get used to that idea because I see the voluntary position change of his leg to invite my fingers there. I deliberately want this to be a slow process of possession. When he has successfully accepted a probing finger, I take his hand and let him feel the wetness between my legs, a subtle but impressionable reward for his good work.

Dominance does not have to be about all the accoutrements of the d/s trade, ( mind you, I have many) but if you want something of lasting substance, an investment of time and skin must happen first and new sensations delivered a bit at a time to avoid overload of the senses in the beginning, later overload may be the desired effect.

I do enjoy how this is taking it's own shape between us, something a little new, a little different during each encounter keeps him coming back for more, serving me coffee in the mornings, cooking for me when we grill out, and generally being very attentive and anticipating my needs. 

Like the Tortoise and the Hare, slow and steady wins the prize. 

Communication from someone who thinks we may have met a few months back. I used them well I was told. Interesting, I remember a person from a few months back because of the time reference but that person was not affiliated with this site as far as I knew.  That person also failed to maintain even the barest thread or tether of continuing interest even though my hospitality of an "open door"  was offered. 

 I may not be the fantasy woman of men's dreams, but I have proved myself over and over that I am real, meet when I commit to a meeting, say what I mean and mean what I say. I  approach people with an open mind, a blank slate. They are the ones who reveal themselves to me through their actions, the check list of who they are, who they pretend to be, and who they are not. 

Imagine meeting someone for coffee, what a novel idea. Maybe someone "gets" it.

A lovely day off, enjoying time with friends, barbecue and beer, but I have to wonder what has happened to men when they have to be told or offered to a 75 year old woman to help carry in her less than heavy items. Isn't anyone teaching the boys these days? Shame on the women who are shirking their responsibility.

I'm seeking a relationship that encompasses components of the BDSM lifestyle. I'm not a pro. I have special proclivities that revolve around sensuality and your anus, prostate, cock and balls...possibly your urethra (did I scare you away already?). I expect a relationship to maintain mutual respect of each others time. No, I don't want a live in, or a maid, however you could help me out if I needed help with a chore (and yes, you might have to wear special clothes for those chores) the way I'd help you if I could...a relationship people! Not a one time event, not an event for you to be milked, just to see what it's like, an ongoing something, to be determined by us both, but with the knowledge that I ultimately know what's best in these matters.

YAY! I got my account back!