Alexin

I've been going on Second Life recently. Are there doms or dommes here who do that too? Interested in meeting there, send me your name there & I'll reach out!

Updated 2026, originally 2025: Experience with a past domme:? She instructed me to start posting here in the journal and? everything I am posting today she required me to write. She required me to wear panties or sometimes a girdle underneath? my male clothes. She said it reminds me of her and my status with her. She also instructed me? to invite other types of instructions from other dominants, which I needed to tell her about and she required me to do some, but actually I didn't get many, and maybe never knew where to look. She sometimes also monitored my hydration, and when doing that also liked to permission by text or in person if or when I needed to pee.

UPDATE 2023:

This is a true story combining several real events. When i originally wrote it, my intent was to continue it, but obviously did not. However, if you'd like to know more, just contact me, and I can let you know what happened with that relationship....

We had exchanged e-mails on this site for a few days and then exchanged phone numbers.  A few texts and a phone call with Mistress xxxxx and we arranged to meet at her house.  It was close by, just a 15 minute drive and at the appointed time I arrived.  Feeling the tingling of anticipation, I got out of my car and approached the front door, and reached out and rang the door bell.  

Then, I waited, and waited.  But after a minute, just as I reached out to ring the bell again, I heard,

"Take off the shoes," in the sexiest most controlling voice ever.  It was Mistress xxxxxx.

So I reached down and took off both my shoes and put them down next to the door as she opened it.  There before me in a bright red dress, cut down to her navel, was a vision to behold.  

"You can come in now."

As we had arranged beforehand, I immediately kneeled.

"Good boy" she said as she turned her back, hips swaying, walked over to a comfortable sofa in her living room.

"Come, sit here" she said, as I walked over and sat on the sofa next to Mistress.

"NOT THERE" she commanded in a controlled voice, "I did not say you deserved to sit next to me.  On the floor slave" as she pointed to the floor at her feet.

"You will be punished for that later, but not now.  First we'll talk."

(Continued)