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http://mistresscara.moonfruit.com
**OWNED BY MISTRESS CARA***
I am now not longer allowed to look at any female profile as well as exchange messages with any females, unless otherwise directed by Mistress Cara.
i am a 37 yo male slave, initially called 68 by Mistress Cara and subsequently renamed Tiffany by Her. Being renamed was not only to indicate my slut status but also it was also a kind gesture from Mistress Cara, "promoting" me to a better or more intimate slave status.
i am extremely grateful to Mistress Cara because She gave me the privilege to be controlled and owned by such a sensual beautiful Mistress and Domina, making my worthless male life more meaningful. I am usually kept on long term denial, usually for months, with the understanding that i will edge twice a day as well as when ordered by Mistress Cara, including photographic evidences if so requested. Denial and chastity are very important elements in the Femdom world in order for Women to control and exploit the weaker sex. I have also set up Her website and keep it active. I manage as a sort of slutty secretary many other administration projects for Her. She has the passwords of all my accounts, including this one.
I am ever so lucky since we are in contact almost daily either via emails or text messages. She is the most amazing divine dominant creature i have ever seen, She is beautiful...head to toes...She can be a bitchy evil and very teasing, i feel totally controlled and subdued to Her superiority. i am owned by Her, yet i feel free.
Tiffany
Property of Mistress Cara
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Today is a special day, it is an other anniversary. 5 months ago exaclty i was accepted by the Divine Mistress Cara as one of Her slave, on the 7th August was my last relief date after 3 months of being denied ...and teased of course.
Therefore today it is 2 month since my last relief. i said many times before that orgasm denial is one of the finest elements of Female Domination. it controls the mind, the sould and the body of the man slave.
for me it is hard and difficut of course to be in continual denial, but at the same time it gives me a proud sense of belonging to Mistress, make me feel keen, alive and truly devoted.
i belong to the Divine Mistress Cara, even more my pathetic male thing and my even more pathetic masculine desire of relief. Women are not jusr superior because they undoubtly more beautiful and smarter than men, but because they can separate at all times the rational and the emotional desire. By being intellectually and physically smarter, They can exploit men in many ways and when They wish. of course when Women are then amazingly beautiful, smart and acute like Mistress Cara...it is sufficient a little gesture ....either being a mind or a little teasing sensual act...for us men, or i should say slut, to fall at Her feet begging for servitude and hoping, praying to be kept as art of Her poreperty as long as possible
Thank You Mistress Cara |
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Just a short note to inform everybody that i have created a new profile for the amazing Divine Mistress Cara on MyDommeSpace
This is the link
http://mydommespace.com/Mistress_Cara/
i just would like that Mistress Cara becomes the most famous Mistress in the world, She has got all the characteristics of the perfect Domme, in addition She is beautiful sexy, sensual, beautiful.
I just would like to help Her to arrive where She truly belong, at the very top, She is the Queen, we can only serve, adore and worship Her.
Thank You Mistress Cara
Tiffany
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The other day Mistress Cara noted that i had been looking at other Females profiles as well as i had accepted a friendship request by an other Female user unauthorised. She has now prohibited me to look at any Female profile as well as answering emails or accepting friendship requests from Females. My setting have been changed by Mistress so that only males appear in the search list. I understand Mistress point of view and i realise that i have been stupid and driven by my inferior, limited and worthless masculinity.
I would however like to let everybody know that it wasn't my intention to go behind Mistress's back and in fact my profile was fully traceable in that respect. I would not dare or even think of looking for or approach an other Mistress; Mistress Cara is the most amazing creature that i could ever find and i consider myself extremely lucky to be Her property and fortunate to have been noted by Her between the thousands and thousands of crawling low species males. It would be obviousl that from now on i wont be able to interact or look at Females profiles anymore unless instructed otherwise by Mistress Cara. I also would like to take this opportunity to beg for Her forgiveness, i fully understand how useless, pathetic and idiot i have been.
To belong at Mistress Cara's feet is the greatest gift i was granted, in no way i wish to betray or disappoint Her.
I am sorry Mistress Cara, please accept my sincere and humle apologies, at Your feet
Your slave and servant
Tiffany
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Today whilst I was exchanging messages with Divine Mistress Cara, we started talking about an interesting topic that is 24/7 relation.
I have told MIstress Cara that maybe if we had met some 10 years ago, (since we now have both committed busy lives)...maybe we could have developed the the relationship in something more intense. So i have started fantasising about it and imagining how life with Mistress Cara on a 247 basis would have been. I d like to stress that this is my thinking, that it is not pure fantasy but it is something that i would have liked to try if ever possible. I would see first at all the collaring cerimony, where MIstress Cara would place Her collar on my neck and a tattoo with the slave regeister number on my body, maybe just above my "thing" or behind my neck or maybe both.
I can then imagine the life together....with me going to work every day whilst Mistress Cara enjoying Her life at home or with Her friends or shopping...of course using my credit cards. Then coming back home, i would of course greet Mistress and proceed witht he household chorse, unless directed otherwise. Of course i would wear my chastity device all the time, surely when Mistress is not around. As well as i would probably wear female lingerie to suit my status of slut. i would therefore prepare a warm bath to Mistress then the dinner and the evening pampering. Or maybe i would bring Her shopping or to see Her friend or drive Her out for an evening out with Her friend.
Or, why not, entertain Mistress Cara and Her friend in our home, serving Them food and drinks and be used as an object, a slag.
I would work harder and harder in order to provide Her with nice shoes, clothes, and whatever She desired. Going on holiday with or without Her, depending on Her decision. All my money straight on Her account excpet for the money needed for bills and food. She would administer the house, i would be working. And i can see myself not getting much relief, since i have been owned on 7th May, i have been allowed once on 7th August, now i dont even have a release date yet. And i am starting to get desperate. So i can imagine my device almost permanently locked on my thing, except when in Her presence, with Mistress Cara teasing me....playing with it with Her divine feet...making me edge...then applying the device again....driving me insane....and yet keeping me keen, enslaved and devoted.
Mistress Cara, if only 10 years ago... |
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i am finally back to UK, i have been away for 1 month during which time i missed incredibly my owner Mistress Cara. just before going away on 7th August i was allowed to relief myself after 3 months, i dressed up as a whore, as a slut and on webcam i have shown how little i could resist when admiring Mistress's feet.
now it is just over 1 month in denial again, pressure is increasing as usual but not too bad. what it has been almost unbearable instead was not being able to communicate constantly with Mistress Cara, not feeling Her presence every day in my worthless life. i did think of Her ever day, i have edged twice a day as usual, but not being able to receive Her emails and chat to Her ...was torture.
She is the oxygen of my life, She elevated my existance and the meaning of my life to something more meaningful, the servitude of a female Goddess. Her beauty, Her mind, Her spirit, Her superiority, Her amazing power and dominant nature are the most beautiful gift i could ever wish, i feel so incredibly lucky and honoured...therefore i feel that i have to serve Her and work for Her very hard, to please Her, for Her pleasure, Her happiness. She is the Goddess, She owns me, i am devoted to Her and making Her happy is the least i can do to demonstrate how grateful i am to be allowed to be her slave, at Her divine feet.
thank You Mistress Cara.
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It is now almost 3 months into orgasm denial, my "thing" is a timer explosive device.
yesterday i was chatting with Mistress Cara, my release date should be 7th august, even if She had an idea to delay until after August, when i return from holidays. i begged Mistress Cara to bring the release forward to today, where i could have dressed as the slut i am with female lingerie and all pegged up, i could have shown it on cam. Mistress Cara, after an initial positive acceptance, decide that 7th August still remain the due date....if i am a good slut.
On top of this, of course, She was teasing me telling me sensual things and Her adventure with one of Her female friends...as well as we were watching some femdom clips on internet at the same time, particularly one with a pretty Mistress with amazing big breasts...teasing the slave....exactly my favourite dream...:)
Now, what i find very unusual, is that after almost 3 months of denial, it looks like i only get horny or harder when thinking of Mistress Cara, when chatting with Her, when texting each other, when admiring Her beautiful sensual pictures. I noted this behaviour in the last few weeks, initially i thought it was just a coincidence, but then i noted that i did not feel the need to watch other Women, doesn't matter how dominant, both in the every day life and on the internet. Watching a femdom clip on internet, now it does not give me the same feelings, vibrations, adrenaline that a text message from Mistress Cara actually gives me....let alone chatting with Her or receiving new pictures of Her. And by the way, She sent me some amazing stunning sexy pictures of Her, taken on Saturday night, She was dressing up with this small halter neck dress...very short on Her magnificent leg and very open on Her cleavage...wow...that time of dress that when you walk around ...you can't help but to admire...like a magnet. She was expressing all Her feminine side and beauty...and on top of that She said She spent most of the night enjoying Herself with an other Woman...all this when i am alomost 3 months denied!
Well...i guess it is all part of the wonderful experience i am living...belonging to a beautiful Lady who decide and control my orgasm and my thing activity, the representation of masculinity, owned and controoled by the finest expression of female superiority.
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I feel like a used shopping slut, actually i think i am a shopping slut used for the benefit and pleasure of Mistress Cara.
A while ago I have set up a ebay account where She can freely access and add items to the Watch list as well as bidding and winning items. In the evening then, i check the ebay account and pay for the items that have been won.
Today Mistress Cara seems that has been fairly busy on ebay, She won two fantastic skirts...one in particular...leather ...long with side fishnet insert...mmmhhh
The watch list has today 35 items plus and other 3 under bidding process.
All i feel i can do is to behave as a shopping slave and pay for the items. It is like going around shopping, carrying Her bags and paying whenever it is the time to.Without complaining, with my eyes down, following Mistress like a doggie.
In addition of feeling a shopping slut, today i also felt a real slutty whore, Mistress Cara told me to edge 3 times in 3 hours and I had to provide photographic evidence of the edging, which i did. Point is that i am now 2 months and 1/2 into denial. I started on the 7th May and should be allow to release on 7th August, unless i do something wrong or if Mistress changes idea. I hope not, because today it was very hard to control....i feel i m going to explode. But this wont happen, until Mistress Cara decides otherwise, or else...or i will be dismissed by Her, which i can't even think of. Mistress though...keeps teasing me...talking and messaging me about Her amazing feet to push into my mouth, about Her divine breasts and nipples pushed close to my lips, tantalizing me and torturing me. today i could barely walk at work.
So in few words, today i fell a shopping slut and a slutty whore...totally controlled by Mistress Cara, dominated by Her divine sensual beauty and feminine superiority....who knows what tomorrow will reserve...
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Sometimes it is a very fine line, a very fine line between being slave and pretend to be something more....without being asked to.
A slave should of course be there for Mistress, for all Her needs, for all Her wished and whims, however it is of paramount importance not to cross the line and starting making assumptions, presumptions and thinking of being smart....when it is well known that Mistress, by being the superior gender, the superior creature, knows best all the times.
Of course it is a good thing for a slave to cheer Mistress up as and when She needs to....but again...this does not mean to "move up the ladder". Being there for Mistress is just one of the many duties of a slave, of course, but this does not give the slave the right or even just any sort of authority to start judging or try to teach Mistress how to behave.
She knows best, She know what and how to do, of course....otherwise She would not be in control, in charge all the time, She would not play with my mind constantly and continuously. If there is someone who needs guidance and how to behave and be a better "person", it is of course the slave, it is me. What would i be without Mistress Cara? just one of the many, thousands, of unowned subs and slaves, an other pathetic meaningless droplet in a huge sea made of male slaves. Not that being owned make me less pathetic, less slutty, less of a whore that i actually am already....but at least give some meaning to my life. Being at a Woman service, being at Mistress Cara's service...it is just the natural way of how things should be. of course, i should always be grateful to Mistress Cara to allow me to be Her owned slave, between the many...this is something i would like to thank Mistress Cara, every single day. No more i shall try or even think of being so arrogant and idiot to dictate or judge Mistress Cara's ways and methods of life, Her life being undoubtedly blessed by Her intelligence, beauty, amazing feminine power, superiority, perfection. I am only a slut, a cunt, a whore....i know that and i shall always remember what i am, where i came from...that is nothing....and where i am today....at Mistress Cara's feet, at Her service. This is a great honour and should make me think wisely and cleverly, rather than giving me the false authority to think of judging a superior feminine creature such as Mistress Cara.
Cleaning Her purposely dirty feet with my tongue is the right place for me, serving Her, spoiling Her, be Her slut and whore...just the normal state of a natural hierarchy disposition...Superior Females on top...pathetic males under them. This is what it should be in a nutshell, it is at the same time so simple to understand but at times so misleading and difficult to grasp.But today i did learn a very good lesson, and i am not back under Mistress's feet, under the shell where i belong, with my eyes down, kneeling before my Superior Divine Mistress Cara.
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One morning, as Tiff was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been restrained, or at least this is what he felt like. He lay on his back and saw, as he lifted his head up a little, his arms and legs tied to the four extremities of the bed. The blanket, just about ready to slide off completely, could hardly stay in place. His body, pitifully tied up, flickered helplessly before his eyes.
“What’s happened to me,” he thought. It was no dream. His room lay quietly between the four well-known walls. But seating on the big leather armchair, a beautifully dressed Woman. She sat erect there, silently, wearing a long black leather dress enhancing Her sinuous body, lifting up in the direction of the viewer a long black whip
Tiff’s glance then turned to the window. The dreary weather—the rain drops were falling audibly down on the metal window ledge—made him rather scared and quite melancholy. “Why don’t I keep sleeping for a little while longer and forget all this foolishness,” he thought. But this was entirely impractical, he was used to sleeping on his right side, but in his present state he could not get himself into this position. No matter how hard he threw himself onto his right side, he always rolled onto his back again. He must have tried it a hundred times, closing his eyes so that he would not have to see the wriggling legs, and gave up only when he began to feel a light, dull pain in his side which he had never felt before.
Then all of a sudden the Woman seating on the sofa disappeared just as quick; Tiff got up the bed, astonished and amazed, and slowly reached the bathroom. He washed his face first, he just felt he needed freshening up his eyes, his mind. When he pulled his head up again, facing the bathroom mirror, the Woman was behind him…immobile, with acute striking eyes, looking at him from the height of Her imposing high heels. Tiff turned around but nothing was behind him, he then turned his head again towards the mirror and She was there again, gently and slowly patting Her whip on Her left hand, whilst a black leather collar appeared on Tiff’s neck. Tiff touched his neck with his right hand, he could not feel anything with his hand, yet he could feel the collar tightly applying pressure on his neck, whilst the Woman conceded a short devilish smile with Her red shiny sensual lips, yet sharp like two razors. A voice came from nowhere, a strict dry voice, asking Tiff…”you know who you are? “. Tiff once again turned around very rapidly, nothing was there, and yet when he faced the mirror again, She was there…miming with Her lips the words “don't be stupid”…
Tiff felt shivering all over his body, he wasn’t sure what was happening to him, he always felt well and good, he always felt confident and secure…and yet …that morning he was having visions, he was seeing that Woman following him, observing him, looking at him. Again, suddenly, the voice asked again “you know who you are?”…Tiff this time decided not to turn around anymore, the Woman in the mirror was unwinding Her bullwhip slowly and firmly. Tiff…with a broken voice…nervously…asked the Woman “what is happening to me…?”. The Woman opened up all the buttons of Her long black dress, She took Her dress off. She was a Goddess, wearing a black corset with dark red inserts, black suspenders and black high heels stiletto. Her long silky hairs were gently running down Her shoulders and Her back. Her body resembled the body of an Amazon, lean, with well defined muscles, and yet so tantalizing. Tiff started to feel very intimidated by the Woman, emotions were running high. He started to look at the Woman’s face with more attention, focusing on Her perfect beautiful eyes, lips, neck…slowly the Woman’s face was taking a more defined composition and Tiff, with his great surprise, realized that the Woman’s face was very much alike the face of his new assistant at work. She started working with him only few weeks earlier, She was beautiful and very confident, and in just few weeks She managed to override the hierarchy at work and although formally Tiff was in charge of Her…She was indeed the new leader…as much as that now Tiff was also preparing coffee for Her, when requested.
Tiff also realized that since he met Her few weeks earlier, his attention and attraction for all other women faded, initially gradually….then completely. All the pieces of the jigsaw were slowly but ineluctably coming together. In only few weeks, he turned from a confident man into a subdued male, She took everything off him, his leadership, his confidence, his mental strength, his masculine attitude. She now also started to be in his mind constantly, night and day, an invisible yet tight collar around his neck was reminding him how things would have now been.
Tiff felt incredibly shaken and scared, Her constant image was always with him, he could not think of anything else, She was his obsession, his adrenaline. He got changed and went to work with his mind permanently thinking of Her, Her beauty, Her sensuality, Her intelligence, Her mental strength, Her superiority.
When Tiff arrived at work, She wasn’t there yet, so Tiff decided to give the office a good clean and he prepared fresh coffee, ready for Her. When She turned up few minutes later, wearing a long black dress, high heels , with a very confident attitude, She went straight into his office and She sat at what it used to be his desk the day before without even acknowledging him. He then walked in and, on his own initiative, brought Her the paper and fresh coffee, She gave him Her long dress to be put away, revealing a very elegant knee long skirt and a white shirt that occasionally, depending on Her movements, offered the most sensual sight of Her cleavage. Sitting behind the desk, his old desk, She then asked him “so…you know who you are now?”…and Tiff, standing up before Her, with his eyes down, timidly answered “yes, I am Your property, I am Your slave, I am your slut”. She smiled with joy, sarcasm and sense of achievement, and told him “well done, slave. And always remember who you are and what you are here for”…whilst snapping Her finger, She indicated to him to kneel down towards Her divine feet to worship Her perfect black varnished toes, sucking and licking Her stiletto heels.
Tiff had just completed his transformation into a slave, a male slave, living to serve his Superior Female Owner.
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Today i have spent almost 2 hours chatting with the beautiful Divine Mistress Cara. THe discussion focused especially on the many gifts that Mistress received from Her many slaves and especially on a set of photo shots taken by Mistress Cara Herself whilst wearing some of these gifts.
I have had the great honour to photo-share some of these amazing pictures, and i cannot deny that She immensely beautiful, that She drives me insane, mad, She gives me vibrations never felt before.
Most of the pictures, were about Mistress Cara wearing some of Her new black shiny pvc corset as well as handling bullwhip.
Mistress Cara doesn't need to dress up in leather or pvc gear to demonstrate Her beauty or to appear more Dominant than She actually is. A true Mistress doesn't need anything else but Her wit, intelligence, sensuality, sexuality, ability. No doubts that Mistress Cara has all of these attributes at their best, as well as She is truly beautiful. Nevertheless, the new corsets and the nicely taken pictures, gave Mistress Cara an aura of "Diva". Her perfect body, Her beautiful face with hypnotising and captivating eyes along with the pvc corsets and bullwhip, represented Mistress Cara like if She was the supreme object of a masterpiece of female beauty photo sets. She is so perfect, so well proportioned and so amazingly powerful. Just looking into Her eyes, make me feel weak, subdued, really make me feel i need to kneel under Her feet and do whatever it takes to make Her happy and pleased. yes before after all She comes first, always, and serving Her is the best reward i can aspire to.
Very rarely I have seen such a sexy and sensual Lady, very rarely I have seen such a true believer into Female Superiority, never before i saw such a combination of Feminine power, Feminine beauty and sensuality, Feminine assertiveness, mind reading and mind control. She owns me, She humiliate me, She controls me, i can't but obey Her orders, work for Her, make Her happy. And i feel so lucky that my life has now a true meaning, under Mistress Cara's feet.
She Is the Woman, She Is the Mistress.
Thank You Mistress Cara to allow this dirty slut to be under your feet.
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OBSESSED
...by Her nature
...by Her superiority
...by Her power
...by Her innocent beautiful face
...by Her perfect lips
...by Her sensual tantalising body
...by Her perfectly shaped breast
...by Her amazing sculptured legs
...by Her divine feet
...by Her angel eyes, so devilish
...by Her fine acute sharp mind
...by Her wit and intelligence
...by Her mind games
...by Her presence and existence
...by Her silky hairs
...by Her skills
...by the way She plays with me
...by the way She keeps me under control
...by the way She controls my instincts
...by the way She keeps me denied
...by the way She owns me
...by the way She command me
...by the way i need to obey Her, always
...by the way She rules me
...by Her amazing beautiful pictures
...by Her being
...by Her Womanhood
...by everything She does
...by everything She is
...by everything She says
...by everything She wear
"Obsessed: influenced or controlled by a powerful force such as a strong emotion"
"Obsessed: thinking about someone or something all the time - from Latin obsessus"
"Synonyms of obsessed: possessed, dominated, infatuated..."
Mistress Cara, my obsession...
TIffany
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A TREAT FOR MISTRESS CARA
I was chatting with the Divine Mistress Cara this morning and we ended up talking about nails, long sharp nails...not just with the purpose of adding sensuality to Mistress Cara's figure but also to be used to dig into slave's skin...:)
So i have proposed to Mistress Cara to consider an invitation from me to a full pedicure and manicure session. I have also proposed to Mistress Cara that if She would like to bring along one of Her friend, i would also pay for Her friend, after all Women need chatting and bitching together when going out or get treated for a beauty session.
my brain is therefore already flying off with my fantasy...and i hope that Mistress Cara will accept, one day, my invitation. I would go to pick Her and Her frien up and drive them to the beauty saloon. Needless to say that they will be sitting at the back of my car....laughing and joking about me, how stupid and pathetic i am....probably even teasing me with Their sexy feet or with some close intimate moments between them....i just hope i will be able to drive safely.
I would obviously dress smart but of course wearing my slu lingerie, bright pink, very suitable to a whore called Tiffany like me. Yes becasue Mistress Cara renamed me Tiffany, because i am a true slut.
I would accompany the two Ladies at the beauty saloon and i will be waiting in the car until they have finished, when i would then go in tho pick them up and paying for it unless Mistress Cara and Her friend preferred some gift vouchers.
Following the beauty saloon session, i guess i would probably start staring at the two Ladies's feet and hands to see how sexy and perfect Their extremities can be...i can already guess a good slap around my face and neck for such an imprudence.
I would then of couse treat the two Ladies for a nice cup of coffee and a cake, They would obviously go to seat down to the comfortable sofa whilst i will be start queuing for the drinks to then bring them over to Their table. I would not of course be allowed any drinks other than maybe a glass of still water, if the two Ladies would allow.
After the coffee, i would be driving the two Ladies back...but i can already imagine that They would probably get carried away following the beauty treatment and start gently touching each other at first....telling me to drive around for the sake of it, so that they could do what They had in mind without being disturbed...i would be driving around as ordered, occasionally try to quickly spy on the mirror what the two Ladies were up to...other than ending up with an other slap or nails into my flesh if found out...
i would then probably be asked to stop somewhere safe and out of sight, where the two Ladies can finish off what They have commenced...with me forced to watch....without touching me....wearing only my slutty pink lingerie, admiring the Ladies' bodies touching each other, the beautifully shaped breasts, the fine and perfect lips...any lips....caressing each other silky hairs, slowly and sensually kissing each other....until i will be asked to lie on the floor of the car...to be used as a footstall, as a carpet, to kiss and celebrate Their beautiful divine just pericured feet....only to be then kicked off away...when the Ladies had reached Their pleasure...
I would then bring Them back home, greeting Them humbly and thanking Them for the great honour to be useful to Them and to spoil Them. I would then be told to go, once used and abused.
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What a wonderful morning, i have just spent the last 2 hours on webcam with Mistress Cara. Every time i see Her, She looks more and more beautiful and amazing. And the exceptional thing about it, it is that She was wearing every day clothes, with Her naturally beautiful face. She is naturally sexy and beautiful as i said many times before, She is naturally dominant. She also has been so good and generous to allow me to see Her feet in webcam, I could admire them for some minutes, the most amazing feet ever, with toenails freshly painted with the black toenail varnish that I have recently bought for Her.
On a similar subject, I have just bought Her a new crop, hopefully She will receive it soon.
We then started talking about BDSM and Femdom fantasies, exchanging ideas and opinions...of course MIstress ideas and opinions then are far more important.
She just recently renamed me Tiffany (but when i am a bad slave i would revert to 68 or Fanny), because i m a slut, a whore, a little girl here just to serve and worship superior Mistress Cara. Additionally, calling me TIffany strips me off of the remaining parts, if any, of my masculinity...if such thing exists and have any sense.
She also then told me that She showed my previous collarme entry to one of Her best friend; this friend is potential Domme, and She was impressed too about my script. Well my script was surely made easy by the thoughts of Mistress Cara. Mistress Cara's frined joking said she would have liked my contact details and talking to Mistress Cara...She will now think about it and only if She will consent to....Mistress Cara will allow me to be contacted by her friend, of which i won't specify Her name until told otherwise by Mistress Cara. i have told Mistress Cara that being abused by Her friend as well it would be only to amuse Mistress Cara and Her friend. I will never betray Mistress Cara or try something silly that i should not do. She is my Owner, She dictate the rules and i don't want to be abandoned by Her.
Also, after all, 2 Women together (and what caliber of women, Mistress Cara is beautiful, Her friend is very pretty and sexy too) can be quite bitchy and spiteful....and together with Their laugh...really intimidate me and make me feel even more pathetic, slutty, a real subjugated whore male...(though called Tiffany...lol).
The last part of the webcam conversation, MIstress Cara told me to edge for Her and so i did. I didnt take me long since i am almost 2 months into denial. i started denial on 7th May and if i am a good slut, Mistress Cara may allow me to relief on the 7th of July, to celebrate 2 months under Her control.
ANyway, i soon edged, Mistress Cara made a comment which i have not really understood...lol...She said that my hands look massive on cam...
am i now finding out that i m a slut, a tramp, a whore...with a pathetic small "thing" too? i hope this won't upset Mistress Cara.
It took me few minutes to edge, getting all wet and with liquid going over my fingers; Mistress Cara promptly told me to lick my fingers clean, which i did. i have never done something like that before, but it comes natural with Mistress Cara...i cant say no to Her....and licking my own liquid...make me feel such a dirty slut.
Then Mistress had to go.
It was such an amazing experience, I never spent so long time on chat or webcam with Her. i felt so good, i felt like i was on a parallel universe, everthing else was not existing nomore, it was only Her, Mistress Cara. i have been into the BDSM and Femdom world for many years now, but no one before make me feel like MIstress Cara is making me feel now. Words are not enough to describe Her superior nature and Her beauty. She is into my mind, heart and soul, She is my obsession night and day. To be Her slut is the best thing that could ever happen to me and i will carry on working hard and serving Her as best as I can so not to upset Her. She is driving me insane, i crave to be a whore at Her divne feet, amuse and entertain Her....i can't think of anything else than Mistress Cara, day and night. Yes because She is very often in my dreams...lots of adrenaline go through my body when i receive Her messages, emails, when I see Her on cam, i think i will cry like a little whore when i will be under Her feet.
With all my love, at your feet
Tiffany
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Today Mistress Cara asked me why i love Her divine feet so much...well it is very easy answer...they are beautiful!
Joking aside, i have always been attracted and subjugated by Woman's feet...as long as i can remember. I find female feet one of the most, if not the most, sexy and attractive part of the feminine body. i am not joking when i say that quite often i look at Woman's feet before i look to the face or maybe other more celebrated parts. Of course i love the feminine body in its entirety, it is beautiful, perfect, harmonic, a masterpiece of the nature, but feet have something more. And yes, summertime is such a difficult time for me...:)
On top of that, Mistress Cara's feet are incredibly sexy, perfect, amazing, beautiful, gorgeous. Her skin is like the finest Italian silk, Her toes are so well proportioned and perfect, gently running down in length like the smoothness of a Tuscan hill. Her arches perfectly join Her heels and toes like a ancient Roman arch, kind and strong, and great, smooth like white alabaster. The top of Her feet is also very well shaped, with Her feet nerves and veins sculpturing them like those of a Goddess statue. Even Her toenails are so well looked after, ending precisely in line with Her perfect toes. I can honestly say that She has the most perfect feet I have ever seen, I am sure She would be chosen by Leonardo da Vinci as the new MonaLisa.
In addition to that, being at Mistress Cara's feet is a pure act of submission, this has always been considered the true humiliation and submission act. Historically it was slaves duty to wash, clean and look after the owner's feet. Therefore being at Mistress Cara's feet and worshiping Her feet, it is the demonstration of my total devotion to Her.
When then Mistress Cara wears high heels, obviously She look more powerful, taller, even more authoritarian than She already is. I guess the very reason of wearing high heels is to eliminate the natural physical height gap between man and woman, when the gap is removed, there is nothing left for a man, who suddenly lose all his confidence, and likewise, suddenly, surrender to the female superiority. Falling at a Woman's feet is exactly the place for a man. Where the inferior species, the man, find is true place and meaning... under the superior species, the Woman.
This is why I adore Mistress Cara, this is why i adore Mistress Cara's feet, this is why being under Her feet should and would be my place.
I wish You a good night, Mistress.
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Today i was chatting via text with the Divine Mistress Cara, She was teasing me a little bit and as usual when i get teased, as most of the males though, i started losing my brightness, my common sense. in addition to that, my 6-7 weeks denial doesn't help me to be any clever, i guess this is the very essence of Femdom, of why women are superior, why they exploit men so easily.
During the message exchange, i hinted that i would have loved to meet Mistress Cara and be at Her feet in a session.
She soon reminded who is in charge, who decide what and when. She reminded me that being pushy or anything like that, would mean immediate dismissal. i can't afford to lose Her, She owns me and this is a amazing experience, She is making me a better slave, a better man, a better whore and slut. Only thinking of making or proposing such a important decision like meeting Her for real and worshipping Her divine feet, should not even come across my mind. it is not about me, my desires, my wishes...it is all about Mistress Cara, what She wants, Her desires, Her wishes, Her orders. She come first, then nothing. Only becuase She decided to taking me on as a owned slave, it does not mean that my feelings or my emotions have any importance other than as decided by Mistress Cara. My devotion is total, She is my obsession, my dream, my owner, i realise that She is at the very top of my mind, of my thoughts, i understand that being at Her feet and enslaved to Her is the greatest thing that could ever happen to me.
She is beautiful, She is gorgeous, She is amazing, She is perfect...She can have as many slave, sluts, servants as She wants, She can drop me in a second, She can snaps Her fingers and an immense number of males will start crawaling to Her. I am therefore incredibly lucky to be in the position i am today, i have to learn to measure up every word i say and to think of Her first and foremost, every seconds of my useless life.
i know i m only a male, a slave, a slut and a whore, but at least under Mistress Cara's control i can be a better whore, becasue She is a superior creature and She can show me the correct way to live, under Her control,denied, collared, chained, serving Her.
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I had been invited by Mistress Cara to join Her for a shopping session, She needed few new shoes and clothes. Of course, it was an invite I could not refuse, in actual fact it was a well specific order. So I jumped into my car, thinking of Her, where She would have liked to go, what She would have bought….that made me feel very much excited already, I was thinking of many types of high heels, sexy clothes, and especially I was thinking of Her, Her incredible stunning beauty.
I made sure that I had my credit card with me, I was obviously going with Mistress Cara not just to drive Her around or carry Her bags!
I arrived at Her place, I gave Her a ring and after a good half an hour waiting in the car….the door opened and She walked out the door….She was amazing, beautiful, sexy. Each and every word I can think of, would never ever make any justice to Her beauty. She is really stunning, divine, out of anyone league.
She was wearing a short skirt and open toe black high heels sandals, which made Her walking extremely sensually, exposing Her perfectly shaped legs and Her amazingly perfect feet. She was wearing also a tight top, short sleeves, leaving Her perfect lean abdomen exposed. Her hairs was left free to wave gracefully in the wind, Her face as usual was naturally beautiful, with black glasses hiding Her sparkly eyes but making Her a real diva.
I was like speechless, astonished for few seconds…then I quickly get off the car and went to greet Mistress Cara. I humbly opened the back door, I asked Her where She wanted to go. She told me to go to the city centre and upon my representation because it would have not been easy to find car park, She firmly squeezed my right nipple without saying a word…I therefore acknowledged accepted Her decision without any further complaints, and gently closed the door behind Mistress Cara.
Whilst arrived in town, we visited many shops from clothes to lingerie to shoes. Mistress Cara liked and selected a pair of stiletto black leather boots, 2 pair of open toes sandals, one black and one red, one pair of high heels closed pumps, few items of lingerie including a satin thong for me, and lastly a night time dress, which beautifully suit Her divine body. I paid for all these items of course, as well as I was carrying the lot, whilst She kept walking beautifully slightly ahead of me.
When we went back home, She decided to sit at front with me, which was surprising and at the same time fantastic for me. She then slowly started to get comfortable on Her seat, She took Her sandals off…and She started touching me with Her feet, whilst I was driving along, touching my body, my thing, my face….I was getting aroused….and I went also a bit shy….because other people on cars driving along could see Mistress Cara moving and dangling Her feet on my face, on my nose. This was a beautiful feeling, a beautiful sensation….having Her amazing feet right on my face….teasing me…touching me….I could feel Her smooth skin, I could admire Her perfect toes, arch and ankle right next to my eyes, my lips, my face….I was extremely excited, I was getting very hard, my thing was throbbing and my abdomen was slightly hurting, a weird sensation all across my waist….I cannot describe how well and how frustrated I was in the very same moment.
Mistress Cara has really amazing tantalising feet, the most perfect and amazing toes, really well proportioned, with toenails perfectly pedicured and well kept, in line with Her toes, not too long or not too short, perfect in a simple word…as much as perfection compared to Mistress Cara loses all its true meaning.
We arrived at home, She gracefully got off the car and She went home. I followed Her as soon as I managed to get all the bags and especially as soon as I could walk…normally.
At home Mistress Cara wanted to try all Her shoes straight away…but first She told me to get undressed and wear the thong I bought earlier on. I really looked like a slut, like a whore, knelt at Mistress Cara’s feet. She tried the boots and the shoes one by one, for each one of the shoes She walked over my body just to feel if they were comfortable or not. She then kept the red high heels on, sat on the sofa, clamped my nipples and pulled me towards Her. The chain of the nipple chain had to be kept between my lips, if I let it go…She said She would have put Her leg weight on the chain, hurting me even more. As I was kneeling before Her, with the nipple chain between my lips, She started teasing me again….well first at all She started slapping me since I didn’t look very good on my satin thong, She spat on me saying that I had top consider myself extremely lucky to be admitted at Her feet, which I fully agree and thank Her humbly.
She started then playing with my thing, using Her divine feet…making me edging…after 6 weeks into denial…so I started losing some drips…for every drop I was hardly punished with face slapping or with a stroke of Her crop. Her feet slowly travelled from down there all across my body up to my face, I could smell them, sniff them, crave for them….the sandal heels started pushing into my mouth and down my throat…and I started licking and sucking it…
She then removed Her shoes, placed one shoe on my thing…and rubbed my feet all over my body…I was really at the very edge of emptying myself…so I had to keep thinking of something else…but how could I do that…I had in front of me the most beautiful and amazing creature of this world!
She started then moving Her feet just under my nose, in front of my lips…without me being able to touch them…for several minutes…in the mean time…the shoe on my thing was getting wet, hence I was whipped vigorously for that mess. I did apologise humbly for me being so stupid….
She slapped me, reminding me that my “relief” belonged to Her, that She decided if and when I was able to cum. She was the owner of my thing, She was the owner of my pathetic body, She was the owner of me. I nodded in agreement and I begged to be allowed to cum several times, but She only laughed at me…saying that I wasn’t good enough, that denial meant me being keener and that I had to work harder to be granted such a privilege.
I could not do anything else that agreeing with Her, She undoubtly possesses me, She is into my mind, I do what she tell me to, I am not in the position to do otherwise. Being at Her feet is the greatest gift, and I am so grateful to Her.
She then got up, Her pussy was right there in front of my face…She got very close….my head started spinning…She then bowed down and She showed off part of Her beautiful cleavage…She asked me if I wanted worship Her breast….I nodded…and She slapped me really hard…just for thinking of it.
She then sat in front of me….She started pleasing Herself…I was desperate, hard, excited, very wet, edging, weak, aroused, under Her total control….then suddenly…
…I woke up…it was another dream, yet again…so I turn my head around, I was at the end of the bed…all I could see was two perfect feet….next to my face….and two gorgeous legs stretching towards the top of the bed…whilst a chain was tightly attached to my collar and the end of the bed… |
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I had been working all day long in my office, but i could not manage to get comfortable, the chastity device that Mistress Cara put on me was stopping me to get excited and to sit comfortably, in addition to that i was in total denial since 5 long weeks. I could not stop to think of Mistress Cara in all Her beauty wearing a necklace on which the key of my chastity device was hanging on. The key laid down just about at the beginning of Mistress Cara's amazing cleavage, gently positioning itself in the cleavage grove...
it was such a divine vision, thinking that my freedom was kept in such a sensual and feminine place, so close and yet so far. But what is freedom after all... being devoted to Mistress Cara gives me the best freedom of all.
During the day, all i could think was to go back home and be useful to Mistress Cara, after all working is important, but serving Her and please Her and amuse Her....is absolutely my priority, always.
Slowly the time to go home arrived and i could not wait any longer to go home. I drove as fast as i could and my mind was constantly there under Her feet. When i arrived at Mistress Cara's home, i rang the bell and She let me in, i knelt straight away as anyone would be expected to do when in Her presence. She was beautiful as ever, Her long silky hair contouring Her divine face, Her body so sensual and lean, wearing those high heels shoes that gave Her an even greater appearance of dominance and power.
I knelt down and kisses Her shoes, this is the only thing i am allowed, i can only kiss Her feet upon Her permission.
Soon i was without clothes, only wearing a thong, a girlie pink thong. She sensually removed Her necklace and open up my chastity device....and my thing down there had like an explosion...and started to grow up....such as that Mistress slapped me hard in the face, since i was being rude...despite it was over my control. She ordered me to lay down on the floor, face down, with my face on one side...whilst She started walking around me...i could hear the heels walking around my body, close to my face. She was wearing a long skirt, and a very revealing top...and She was gorgeous. Her feet were just in front of my face, maybe one inch away...and yet i could only smell the divine aroma...whilst my thing was trying to grow under the weigh of my body laying on the floor.
Suddenly i felt one of Her stiletto digging into my skin, on my back, harder and harder....then on my shoulder...then back onto my back, on my bottom and down my leg...many gentle and hard steps alternatively. i was then told to roll over and turn around, She applied nipple chain to my nipples, collar and lead. She started pulling the chain and trampling me...so that She could hear me making noises, for pleasure and pain. My thing started to get excited and Mistress Cara ordered me to keep it down, which took me a good 30 seconds...which equated to 30 strokes of Her cane (and i had to thank Her for each one of those), some well given face slapping and spitting. Her saliva was like golden juice to me, and i thanked Her for that.
She then decided to push Her heels down my mouth, my throat...and i had to clean Her heels with my tongue, having at the same time the powerful and beautiful view of Her body upon me, and She is so divine.
Then She told me to take Her shoes off, which gave me the honor to touch Her feet with my fingers, i slipped Her shoes off...and She started teasing me by moving Her feet close to my lips and face, as close as it was possible, but not contact was allowed, and i was so frustrated since She has such gorgeous divine sexy feet, Her toes are so beautiful and well proportioned, made even more fantastic by a shiny black toe varnish.
She teased me for a while with Her feet, and when i was almost tempted to kiss them, She pulled them away, and pulled the chain off my nipples. I begged for Her feet, i was practically edging, but i was denied every time...i was craving so badly
She then decided to sit on my face, to use me for some of Her pleasure which is one of the most important thing for me; Her shaven pussy and clit where trobbing, juicy and Her aroma was like nectar, honey, to me.With Her divine feet She started playing my wet thing, making me edge regularly, pulling my nipples, humiliating me verbally and physically....it was divine, a gorgeous feeling.
She sat on me for a while, rubbing on my face gently and hardly until She was all wet, until She was "fully" satisfied, until Her needs were satisfied. Once She had no more use for me, She got up, gently and very quickly touch my face with Her feet, i could almost touch them with my tongue, actually i probably did it for a fraction of a second. She got up, She told me to kneel up, to play with myself whilst looking at Her and Her feet until i edged, then She stopped me and apply the chastity belt again. She pulled the chain off my nipples and She slapped me for getting hard. She then gave me a kiss on my head. I was so excited, my abdomen was hurting, my thing was still trobbing, i felt soooo good, and frustrated, i had thousand emotions going on through my braing at the same time. The strongest of the emotions was surely the love, devotion and gratitude for Mistress, for being so good to me,for giving a true meaning to my life.
She then walked off the room, i stood up...but could not walk properly...
then suddenly...suddenly...i woke up...it was a dream, a beautiful dream...i felt disappointed, but i felt good too...because She is real and She owns me...
Thank You Mistress Cara
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Today it wasn't a good day for me, it actually was until i was so stupid, so idiot, so pathetic...in one word...so typically male...that i managed to upset Mistress Cara and She was very disappointed of me and asked me to write down this journal.
Disappointing Mistress Cara is the worst possible feeling for me...and i will never stop begging for Her forgiveness, conscious that under Her guidance i will hopefully improve and get a better man, if at all possible.
Basically today Mistress Cara and me exchanged a very long series of sms, the conversation after a while started focusing on some femdom scenario and some play scene....it was really good, it was really fantastic....we were talking about the many different ways Mistress Cara would and could humiliate, abuse and torture me, we started talking about limits, and way to make me look very pathetic and stupid, which i guess it is the natural way of how things should be.
We started talking about me being dressed up as a slut, kneeling before Mistress Cara and Her female friends, being laughed at, tortured, humiliated, spitted to...
It was an amazing series of messages, Mistress Cara could depict very well these situations, making them look so real...that i started trobbing and trobbing, i started to be "unconfortable" since i was sitting at my desk at work.
So i had to get up and go to the gents room to get some fresh air and relax a bit, over there i kept receiving Mistress Cara's messages, and i got excited again...more and more...dripping...also because i am now 5 weeks into my denial, and it is sufficienty only thinking of Mistress Cara, Her beauty, Her sensuality, Her superiority...to be excited...
So when i was in the gents....i started playing with myself until edging...no relief but edging.
Mistress Cara, few weeks ago, told me to edge twice, once in the morning and once in the evening. No more. No at different times.
SO when i told Mistress Cara that i did edge....She was obviously very disappointed and upset. She soon reminded me that i should have not done it and i should have asked and begged to obtain the permission to edge.
I disobeyed Her and this is unacceptable, not tolerable. Mistress Cara's orders must be respected and complied with at all times, there is no exception.
I was probably overwhelmed by the long series of very amazing and sensual sms, but this is no excuse. a decent slave, a slave that claim total devotion to his Mistress, must understand how important is to obey to the Mistress. She knows best, She decide what i need therefore it is of paramount importance to do what i have been told. She is the superior creature, She is the Female, only i need to do, as a male, is to please Her, make Her happy, it doesn't take a genius to understand the importance of obedience.
I therefore now feel incredibly silly, stupid, pathetic....it was something i should have not done, this is a given. I should have begged for it and of course accepted Mistress's decision whatever would have been.
Letting Her down is the worst thing i could do, i must improve as a slave and i hope to be a better man under Mistress Cara's guidance. I am imploring Her for forgiveness, this slave has really learnt the lesson. You only deserve the best Mistress, and as much as a male slave will never be the best, i do my best to serve You as best i can. Your natural feminine superiority of course put You in a privilege position and sometimes i cannot understand or i dont see things correctly, i promise i will do my best to learn and grow up, to ne a better servant. You are so divine, perfect, superior, beautiful, amazing ...Mistress...that never, ever...i will have the desire to upset You. You gave me incredible emotions Mistress, the adrenaline pumps hard when i think of You , when i receive a message from You....i crave to be at Your feet, to please You, to serve You, to entertain You, to make You laught, to make You fell better, to be useful to You. So i promise Mistress not to disobey Your orders no more, so stupidly, so pathetically, i am so sorry Mistress...i feel bad, i feel a worm, a useless man...which i probably am, but having Your forgiveness...is all i am begging You for now. Sometimes i think i dont deserve a beautiful Goddess like You, conversly i think i would not be the same anymore with You, You surely changed my meaningless life for better.
Sorry mistress, this slave humbly implore for Your forgivness.
at Your feet
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She is so beautiful!
Mistress Cara has updated Her profile with new pictures, i am sure you all agree that She is stunning, beautiful, sensual...though i am a bit jealous that everybody can now see Her beauty.
To be perfectly honest, my only aim should be to serve and please Her, not thinking of how beautiful She is, but certainly this helps even more and make me even more keen...
i must admit, i always feel overwhelmed by Her beauty and sensuality, when i look at Her pictures...the blood just goes one direction, it is all about Female exploitation at the end...lol
i just can't resist Her, and right now...oh goodness me if i am edging, if i am wet, if i am weaker...
and this is without even having be allowed at Her feet...in that occasion, if and when, i think i will probably have to be very careful, i will have an heart attack...being at Her feet, the most beautiful and amazing place in the world.
Sometimes i do wonder what i have done to be so lucky to deserve Mistress Cara, She makes me so complete and happy!
The dream came true, being dominated by a Woman, being owned, serving Her...a beautiful sexy Woman.
Today, as a gesture of kindness and especially of gratitude, i have bought a pair of shoes for Mistress Cara. i am not going into details because i want the type of shoes to be a surprise, but i a m sure you all will soon find out more details...
i hope You will enjoy them, Mistress Cara
Thank You , Mistress
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Today I had the great pleasure to chat with Mistress Cara online and the even greater privilege to see Her on webcam. This does not happen very often, both because our busy lives do not allow us to be online at the same time and also because, to be honest, a precious moment such as having the honor of admiring Mistress Cara on webcam ...needs to be measured up and distributed with care...
I must admit, Her natural beauty is outstanding; Her face is really naturally beautiful, She doesn't need make up or anything to enhance Her amazing beauty. Her face is such a masterpiece of perfection, proportioned, very expressive. Her eyes are like two full moons tantalizing and hypnotizing me, Her lips are designed by an angel, Her skin is white like the stars, smooth as the most creamy milk. She is really beautiful, Her face can make You think She is innocent and inoffensive, yet She knows how to keep me (and the men in general) on my toes, Her superiority and dominance is always there ready to strike, to remind me who is the superior creature, who is in charge, who needs to be worshipped, who needs to be thankful to be owned.
Chatting with Her has been, of course, very nice. It also must be stressed that it is now approx 5 weeks into denial, that make me incredibly keen (and at times unfortunately a bit ....drip wet)...so chatting and seeing Her on webcam made me edge very easily. But i do agree and concur that denial make me incredibly keen and eager to obey and please Mistress, so if somehow i do crave for relied, to the other hand i crave to be kept denied, to better serve Mistress. Also, been denied and edging....it is an other amazing and intense sensation...second only to the thought of being under Mistress Cara's control.
We also agreed, with Mistress Cara, that i will be setting up a new ebay account called "caraswallett" where i will set up and select items for Mistress Cara. Those items that will pass Mistress Cara's review, will then be purchased by me and sent directly to Mistress Cara...
I can't wait to gift Her with some high heels open toe sandals...and hopefully one day i will be incredibly lucky and be even allowed to clean those shoes...
Thank You Mistress Cara to be so beautiful, thank You to be so generous to own Me.
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I was looking at my profile tonight, particularly at the feature called "Who is Viewing Me?"...and i have found out (actually i did note that few days ago) that there have been many many man slaves looking at my profile. How it comes?
i have got a little idea why...i think they are a bit jelous...they think...how does he (me...) do it? how did he (still me...) manage to end up as a owned slave of an amazing divine gorgeous Mistress as Mistress Cara?
so they look, read, imagine, maybe they believe to find the secret receipt, the password to a better world....well believe, if i knew it i would tell you anyway...
but there is not secret....only the awareness...yes i am cognizant that i am a male, hence lower and inferior to a Woman. Particularly of the Woman, the Goddess, is Mistress Cara...everything come natural to me....my desire to serve Her, to be at Her feet, to worship Her, to celebrate Her superiority and beauty. Of course, this is not enough, it always be up to Mistress Cara the last decision...if and when taking a slave on, if and when letting him go (oh...sad moment!).
And that is exactly what happened, just a bit of magic, pure devotion and adoration and a sprinkle of Female Superiority.
Of course if for someone devotion is a disrespectful or pathetic one line message, without the appropriate grammar, spelling and upper case/lower case combination...(when calling a Goddess, please, please, please...call Her ..."You")...then the magic falls apart...and the sprinkle of Female Superiority just flies away.
In my case, i will never stop thanking Mistress Cara for allowing me to live this dream.
PS: it is now 1 month of ownership, it is now one month into...sigh...denial. What else could i desire?
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Following a conversation with Mistress Cara, I have expressed my desire to meet and serve her one day. I said that i would only ask to be at Her feet, serving Her. She asked me to write a journal about how i would do that. So, as instructed, i am going to write what i would do.
First at all, i would but Her a gift, to be sent to Her before we meet. this could be some lingerie, shoes or any gift Mistress would like.
i would then prepare myself very carefully, nice and clean. mentally i would prepare myself days and days in advance....:)
i would book one of the poshest hotel in town, like the Marriott Hotel. i would then drive to Her, i am sure i will start to be pretty anxious and nervous. I am sure that as soon as i will see Her walking out Her door or meeting Her where She will tell me to, i will feel strong vibrations, heart beating fast,and at the same time very happy. i would get off the car, greeting Mistress very politely and humbly. She will be obviously beautiful. i will open the car back door for Her and close it gently behind Her. In the car, a big bunch of flowers, a fine bottle of French Champagne or Italian Spumante will be available for Mistress Cara, with 2 glasses. One for Her and one...not for me obviously, i would drink from Her feet if allowed to, the second glass will be for a female slave which will be there together for us. Mistress Cara expressed the desire to have a female slave available as well, therefore i will do my best to find a beautiful and sensual woman happy and honoured to serve Mistress Cara as well. From my opinion of male slave, the female slave will be probably in a higher position than me, therefore she will probably be on the back of the car with Mistress Cara, unless Mistress Cara decide otherwise.
i will then drive to the hotel, the best room will be reserved for Mistress Cara.
i will order dinner in the room with obviously some bottle of Chianti. Additional drinks such as vodka, jack daniels, light drinks will be available.
once in the room, i will dress as Mistress Cara want, i would humbly propose to dress up as a little slut with female lingerie so that i will serve the dinner to Mistress Cara. She will seat on the sofa and i will serve the food and the drinks. The female slave will be served as well, alternatively she will be used as Mistress Cara prefer.
after having cleared up, i would either prepare a nice hot bath for Mistress Cara or i will start preparing Her some drinks, as she will prefer on the day. Either way, i would be extremely honoured massaging Her feet, serving Her, worshipping Her. Maybe She could seat on the sofa, dealing with the female slave, watching television or reading newpaper, whilst on the floor i worship Her shoes and feet, i attend to Her order, i serve Her, i get humilated for her amusement and entertainment, i guessed that i would also be made or aked to edge many time, just to see Mistress Cara laughing at me.
Once Mistress Cara will be bored of my service, i will then drive Her back home, i will thank Her kissing Her feet, i will thank Her for ever.
This would be an incredible, amazing, wonderful experience, a magic opportunity.
She is so beautiful that only thinking of Her accepting to see me, to have me at Her feet, make me....very close to edging.
She is perfect to me, i would have not problem to say that i love Her, in a slavey way, i will never dare to aspire to anything more than that. She is making my life more complete, more full, more meaningful. Serving Her for real, well would be ...i am not really sure what words i can use, it is just not explainable, but it would make me feel a complete slave, knowing that i am actually doing something for Her, for a beautiful Woman, my life would finally have a real meaning.
and again, i will be always grateful to Mistress Cara for this and i will carry on serving Her and worshipping Her for ever, and when one day when She may decide to get rid of me, i will still carry on thanking Her and worshipping her, eternally.
Thank You Mistress Cara
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Since yesterday, Mistress Cara expressed the desire (or i should say the order) to be more in control of my life.
i have now ask for Her permission to go to bed after 10pm (i usually stay awake past 10pm to work on Her website though), to drink any alcohol and to go out at night.
i have accepted these new rules willingly without questions, this is what She wants, this is what i do. She owns me.
i am also finding out that being a Mistress is not that easy.
i have set up an account on a couple of websites for Mistress Cara and acted as Her administrator for just few days, since She is currently away.
what i could see and read in the email coming from so called pretending slaves....was terrible.
Grammar errors, spelling errors, and what it is worst..."You" meaning Mistress...written lower case, one liners, slaves dictating what they want, when they want. Nobody wrote more than 3 lines, nobody put Mistress first.
i suddenly realised that, after all, i am not a bad slave at all...:)
this is unacceptable, celebrating Female Superiority should be done properly. i am appalled.
And above all, i now do feel for Mistress Cara. She is such a divine beauty that i can't really understand these subs.
anyway, She will be back soon....i really miss her presence though only virtual.
and i cannot stop thinking of Her most of the day (and night). i think and believe She is very beautiful and also very "femdom"...and that i am certainly one lucky slave.
Good night Mistress
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Mistress Cara website
www.mistresscara.moonfruit.com has reached and passed the 1000 visitors in just a week, this can only be explained by Her beauty, Her sensuality, Her being alive between us.
i have also been instructed to open an account on Facebook which i did, so Mistress Cara fame is spreading throughout the world and it is now very far reaching, as She trulu deserve.
I often think of the day that i will be able to be at Her feet, and this really motivate me to be a good slave, worsking hard for Mistress. I also often think how a beautiful Woman makes men unsecure and weak, the perfection adn sensuality of the Feminine body, vice versa a good looking man...does not obtain the same effect. I guess this is a sort of very short summary about which one is the superior sex!?!
And admiring Mistress Cara pictures, i am sure you will all agree how beautiful, perfect, sensual, amazing She really is.
and not, i am not just saying this because i am now 3 weeks into denial and going to reach the 4th week...it is the only simple truth abouth the Divine Mistress Cara.
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I am working hard at making Mistress Cara's website www.mistresscara.moonfruit.com visible and known as much as possible.
Let's see how it goes, next stage would be starting exchanging links though this is a very time consuming activity and will overload the site, without necessary having a good return from the linked websites.
Anyway, i am now some 3 weeks into denial, i keep edging every evening (and morning) as instructed, i found the evening edging more...difficult...at the same time it is incredibly a pleasurable experience. Of course, the need and the feeling of obeying to the Divine Mistress Cara...make things even better.
Very often, actually every night before going to sleep, i do spend several minutes admiring, worshipping and observing Her pictures, She is truly amazing and Her beauty is really difficult to describe. Her face, Her hair, Her body....She is "simply" gorgeous...i have not problems to say that She is the most gorgeous and sexy Mistress i have ever known. Being owned by such a Goddess is, once again, an incredible privilege. Sometimes i just wish life gave me this gift...Her presence....much earlier...
Thank You Mistress Cara to be there for us, for me.
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i have spent the last few days working on Mistress Cara's website, the website is now pretty much ready and complete, see my profile or Mistress Cara profile for the link.
i think i am totally falling for Mistress Cara, She is permanently in my mind.
Today i was out, here in England is bank Holiday, it was a glorious day, sunny and warm. I was on a boat around Poole lagoon...everything was fantastic...perfect...but my mind was there, thinking of Her. I would have liked that She was there with me, that She would have seen the beautiful scenery around, even better...i was dreaming of having one of those stunning Sunseekers...were She would have been the supreme Lady to serve, and i would have been the most lucky servant in the world, massaging Her, serving drinks, looking after Her.
I had a dream...
Thank You Divine Mistress Cara
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Great night tonight, i have spent few minutes chatting on messenger with the divine Mistress Cara.
i already feel i am lucky, but during those few minutes i felt like no others, i felt so good because i knew i was there with Her.
We discussed a little bit about the website but especially Mistress Cara asked me if i kept my promise not to relief myself. It is just over two weeks now that i am denied my orgasm, this is a fantastic and amazing feeling, difficult and hard to comply with it...but at the same time make me feel much keener.
Also Mistress Cara instructed that from today i would not touch myself other than to go to the toilet or for cleaning reasons. Besides, when going to the toilet, i shall seat down every time, even when i god for the "quick" one.
i am allowed to edge, and only edge, once in the morning and once in the evening before going to sleep.
i shall obey these instructions, i know it will be difficult but this is what Mistress Cara asked me to do, and She is in total control of my soul, mind and heart. Edging will only take few seconds, because i will think of Her, of Her beauty, of Her sensuality and power, of Her feet, of Her divine body.
She also told me that She has been always Dominant, which is fair enough, but Femdom has been in Her family all along, for generation, part of the DNA.
She will never stop to surprise me, to amaze me. somtimes i do ask myself....is She real? Well i know She is....but She is so perfect that i don't want to be just a nice dream...i don't want to wake up.
Thank You Mistress Cara
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Tonight i spent some hours going out, it is not something that i do very often, very rarely in actual facts. Mistress Cara required me to be online tonight and i couldn't be there as requested by Her.
Sometimes the vanilla life gets in the way, often at the wrong moment. And i do understand that my life, my pathetic life as Mistress defined it, is meaningless to Her and her needs, and i fully agree on this.
I would love to serve and dedicate 100% of my time to Mistress Cara, i would to spoil Her, to worship Her every single second.
I only hope that Mistress perception is not that i don't care about Her or i am not devoted to Her. This is not true, i do think of Mistress Cara constantly and She is always on my mind, She is in my dreams, She is always around me...this make me feet so good and so lucky. My devotion and dedication to Mistress Cara is out of question, i know that sometimes i am not in the position to "deliver" as i would like and especially as She expects, and i am conscious that suitable punishment may be administered. And i would thank Mistress Cara for this punishment, last thing i want is to let Her down, disappoint Her, make Her feel unhappy.
She deserve all the joy and happiness of this world and i would feel extremely honoured and happy if i could contribute to Her lifestyle.
In the mean time, i keep working on the website, i have added pics and i am now working at the wish lists. I have seen Amazon wish list and all the shoes chosen by Mistress make my head spinning. I truly hope that all Mistress slaves and potential admirers/slaves realize how important Her wish lists are and i would expect wishlist gifts to be quickly bought out. I will certainly do my part.
Good night Mistress Cara
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Mistress Cara enjoyed the first draft of Her new website, which make me feel very good and very useful to Her.
I have been working tonight on it again and loaded few pics as well as improved other areas. I feel so good when i serve and do something useful for Mistress Cara.
Today, Mistress informs me, one of Her slave decided to close his account and run away from Mistress....now i don't want to judge him, but once a man get accepted by Mistress Cara...why ...why ....would run away! The only way out, as i see it, is to be kicked out by Mistress....which i hope will never happen or at least far away in the future. She is so perfect, gorgeous, sensual, dominant, assertive, amazing...i think they should invent a new word to make Her justice.
I couldn't ask anything more from my Femdom life, She is perfect and as i said many times...i consider ever so lucky to be Her slave.
i have indeed a dream....be at Her feet one day. after that, i don't think i could ask for anything better in my life.
Good night Mistress Cara
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I am actively working on Mistress Cara's dedicated website. The idea is to submit a draft to Her soon for Her to approve it or, more likely, to tell what She wants to see in it. I am trying to do my best despite not being a webmaster, i am sure Mistress Cara will want something changed, i am sure She will see things with the eyes of a Woman, a Mistress...much better than me.
When the website will be ready, i will publish it around as instructed by Mistress Cara.
i am hoping to create a good website that celebrates Mistress's beauty, sensuality, superiority, dominance. It is difficult, because She is so amazing and perfect that it is difficult to match such a masterpiece.
i am also trying to obtain and create a place for Mistress Cara worshipers and a place where they can not only admire Her but also contribute towards Her lifestyle. Because She deserve the best and more, and working for Her and celebrating Her and spoiling her, is something that each single male of this planet should do. This is why i feel so lucky to be considered one of Her slave, and i hope to be up to Her expectations every seconds of my useless and pathetic life, life that since i am under Her feet...is surely acquired a much more important meaning.
Good night Mistress Cara.
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Busy times at the moment. I have in fact been instructed by the beautiful Mistress Cara to build Her a dedicated website. So i am spending some time every evening to design and build up something appropriate to Her status.
The objective is to provide Mistress with a unique space where She can be free to express Herself and to communicate to Her friends and slaves. There also will be sections dedicated to Her wishlists, where slaves can demonstrate their devotion and dedication.
I hope to finish the website soon I will then need Mistress Cara input to make sure everything is fine and what She would like to see on it.
I must admit that this is a great honour for me, working for Her make me feel very good and that i am accomplishing something. She is so beautiful....this is the least She deserve.
also, Mistress accepted my offer to buy Her a token of my gratitude and devotion, so i will buy Her a pair of high heels shoes. I have sent Her a list of 10-12 models and She told me which one She liked most....a nice black 5'' mules sandals with a buckle on top. Very nice and sexy, i am sure when Mistress will wear them, they would look even better....thanks to Mistress divine and perfect feet.
lastly, i feel the need to repeat times and times again, how beautiful and superior She is...She is now constantly in my mind and She is my oxygen...
thank You Mistress
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A pessimist is a man who thinks all women are bad. A optimist is a man who hopes they are...
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First at all i would like to express my joy and honour of being now formally owned by Mistress Cara. I am now Her slave. my profile has been updated accordingly and i would like to thank Mistress Cara for this incredible privilege. My existence has now a purpose, She is an incredible Domina, mentally strong, beautiful, assertive, totally amazing.
Secondly, i have been order by Mistress Cara to exactly detail why i let Her down badly yesterday, why was wrong and my impressions. Basically Mistress Cara yesterday afternoon was in a very good mood. She start texting me on my mobile and She was being very sensual and She was teasing me. i was replying to Her sms when suddenly i have lost it. On a message She asked me about my worst naughty thoughts and at the same time...a woman wearing high heels shoes entered the place i was at the time. I am not sure, i don't know what actually got into me and probably because i was asked about naughty thoughts...i decided to take a picture of that woman shoes...and i also told Mistress about it.
Obviously Mistress asked me why and when i replied that it was beacuse of the requested naughty thought...She obviously was very disappointed and She wanted to literally kick me away from Her, deleting me a Her slave. This was a huge shock for me, i realize straight away how stupid, idiot and pathetic i had been. I had to beg Mistress Cara asking for Her forgiviness, promising that i would haven't done anything so disapponting anymore.
I greatly appreciate that She then decided to conceed me a second and probably last chance, but i really felt lost only thinking of me without Her.
It was a very stupid thing to do, i must admit that i never ever take pics of that nature. That wasn't correct towards that woman for a start, for obvious reasons, let alone towards Mistress Cara. It was totally disrepsectful of Her, for many reasons...because i put that woman before Mistress, because i wasn't focusing on Her and i was mainly thinking of my impulses and needs rather than Mistress Cara's ones, because She doesn't deserve and need a silly vouyer...
Mistress Cara's needs come obviously first at all times, i need and i will now rememember this in future. I should have remembered anyway, but somehow i failed. Mistress Cara is what i consider the first real Mistress i have ever met, esppecially from the cerebral point of view, therefore i must understand that She comes first for everything and anything. i have to think of Her needs and of Her benefits, of Her joy and happyness, of Her pleasure and entertainment. My mind always have to be set up and focused on this. It was a very good lesson for me, because i feel very lucky and privileged to be Her slave, as i said on my profile my existence has now a purpose. But in order to deserve this privilege i have to work hard and make sure that i am always on the right wavelenght. Devotion, dedication, faith, honesty, trust....all this must be in place at all times, only in this way i will stand a chance to be at Mistress Cara's feet. She is far to superior to me, She already entered into my soul, brain and heart and She already is full control of my useless life. This is only the natural state of things, but i need to realise and i have already done it yesterday, that one thing is to talk...one thing is to act...and acting as a good little slave is not as easy as talking or pretending to be.
Yes, it was a hard lesson, but if i have now to find a positive in all this, is that i have realised how switched on i have to be all times,how focused, and above all alwasy respectful and faithful to Mistress Cara, because this is the only way i can thank Her to be in control of my life.
I am sorry Mistress Cara, i won't let You down so badly anymore, You are my first thought in the morning, the last one in the eveining, and You are in my dreams now, every night. Thank You for owning me, thank You for makling me a better person and slave.
at Your feet
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Today i have learned quite few lessons, i think this is an important part of the learning curve of a slave, in order to be up to Mistress expectations in the future.
First of all, earlier on this week Mistress Cara has been quite busy so i wrote journals trying to express my feeling of slave in a way to communicate how lost i feel without Her. I didn't write these journals too clearly and i might have given the impression that i was trying to appear as a victim or trying to put a sort of pressure on Mistress. This wasn't the case since i appreciate how much Mistress Cara's time is important and also that i just have to wait and know my place when She is either busy or not available for me, what ever the reason. So i have learned to be very careful how to communicate and how to express my feelings.
The second lessons i have learned, is to respect Mistress Cara all the times, without being unfaithful or rude or stupid, either intentionally or unintentionally. There are certain limits that do not need to be trespassed and a good slave always have to recognize these limits. I won't go into details unless asked by Mistress Cara but basically She was very very close to dismiss me for ever. I was desperate, i begged and i ask for Her understanding and forgiveness. The thought of losing Her was devastating, She by far the best Mistress i have ever met and i have to learn to behave all the times. She very generously gave me a second and last chance, therefore i will be on my best behavior. i cannot afford to be deleted from Her life, my life has now finally a meaning because of Her and i will always have a debt of gratitude towards Mistress Cara.
I have learned that it doesn't matter on how good Mistress feels or how relaxed She is, it is duty of a slave to act always within the limits, always using my brain, no matter how stupid or pathetic i can be. Respect, devotion, trust, honesty have always to be there, for Mistress.
Understanding and acting with constant and continuous respect and devotion is not only the key to be a good slave but it is essential to demonstrate how serious and how grateful a slave is. Mistress Cara is a beautiful and very assertive Domina, be at Her service is an immense honour and privilege, i will remember this every second of my worthless sub life. i consider myself ot be a very lucky slave to be in contact and owned by such a perfect and divine Lady.
i promise You, Mistress Cara, that what happened today will never happen again, my stupidity had no limits, my stupid male brain wasn't working at all. i would like to express my gratitude for keeping me as Your slave. Thank You, Mistress Cara.
Humbly at Your feet
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An other day has gone by and i haven't heard from Mistress Cara. I know She is fairly busy this week and i hope She is getting better.
it is now 8 days since i was in chat with Her, since She so rapidly took over my existence.
It is 8 days since i have been re-named and my accounts passwords given to Her.
i guess i am still under consideration though i am really hoping to be fully accepted by Mistress Cara. Also, last week after i wished to be considered by Her, She put me straight away under a regime of denial...and as you all know...after a week...things start to be difficult...although at the same time the denial make me much more keen. This is somehow helping in this period where She is not around very much.
on that respect, i feel a bit lost, probably because i only recently met Her and i am so scared that She tell me to get lost. Because She is such a perfect Goddess....She instantly got virtual chains on me, a virtual collar on my neck....She broke into my mind like a storm, suddenly and so pleasurably.
I am starting to feel like lack of oxygen now...because i am not breathing Her presence, her power, Her Dominance...
Good night Mistress Cara
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Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
William Shakespeare
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Mistress Cara is quite busy in these days and as much as i would like to feel Her presence, i do not with to disturb Her; obviously Her time, Her needs, Her priorities come first, by far.
In the mean time i have canceled the old profile (davidslave) which will be then totally removed by the site administrator within 7 days, unless it get resurrected.
so my only profile is now this one. it is not just about moving profile, but today, after having canceled my old profile that i created 2-3 years ago, i felt like it was a new milestone in my life. It never happened to me before, nobody asked me to get full access to my accounts and cancel the old one. It is a sort of (in)formal handing over my submissive part of me to Mistress Cara. Of course i fee extremely proud and honored about this, as well as a bit nervous...but i guess in a positive way. It must be the adrenaline that keeps pumping through my body and brain when i think of Her.
In the mean time i try everyday to have a pic of myself uploaded on my new profile, but they keep rejecting them...this is a bit of a joke now. i just wish to put some pics on it, for completeness.
Thinking about it really, completeness was already given to me by Mistress Cara, by just thinking of considering me as a potential slave!
Thank You Mistress Cara, You are giving a meaning to my sub-life.
She walks in beauty, like the night
of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
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She is not very well at the moment, this leaves me "guidance-less"...but only in materialistic way, since spiritually and mentally She is always there right in my mind, it is a feeling and a image i cannot forget and i think of Her many times during the day (and night).
Her presence is strong, She doesn't need to send me emails or messages for me to understand this. My devotion, or maybe at this stage i should call it my involvement, my participation, my longing of being owned by Her, is always at a peak. It is difficult to explain, but it was sufficient chatting with Her for a short period of time and admiring some of Her pictures...(and She is so amazingly beautiful), that suddenly all those concepts laid down on Elise Sutton's website made completely sense.
The psychoanalysis of the submissive male...only if You get to know Mistress Cara it is possible to appreciate those concepts in full!
All this happened, as i said, in a relatively short period of time...what will happen to me after a much longer period? Is She to incredibly dominant and beautiful to capture my mind and body so firmly?....Well ....She is! And i am now "craving" for Her presence.
As a little final note, i am now listed in Her profile under "other slaves", which is by all means a step forward from "occasional toys"....this made me very happy and honored as well as i hope to please and make Mistress Cara very happy in the future, every single days of Her divine life.
Thank You Mistress Cara.
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It is now Sunday, weekend has gone very quickly as usual.
i have finally exchanged a couple of sms with Mistress Cara, receiving a message from Her was fantastic, buzzing, great!
it is not just about receiving a sms obviously, but it is all about Her presence around me. i knew that, though for only few seconds, She was thinking of me and dedicating some of Her important time to me. It is the feeling of belonging and knowing that the Owner is there...sharing those few seconds with me. I know, it was only seconds, but was very meaningful for me.
on the other hand, i still haven't been able to chat with Her again. i must admit, i really miss chatting with Her, this is because the chatting give me (and hopefully Her) the possibility to getting to know each other better, to develop our synergies, the D/s relationship, to share magical moments. She really has a Dominant mind and a Dominant attitude and nature, and as every good slave i crave for Her presence, direction, control, dominance.
Lastly, today i was told i am rude from an other Mistress that received a message to "back off" from Mistress Cara...so far i have been called twat and rude, which is not really me, but it just amuses me a little bit.
i guess i am now in a bit of "lost state", that is i am in a desperate need to feel Her presence a bit more and i am awaiting for Her call, for Her instructions, trying my best to keep my morale high, because i know i have met such a perfect Dominatrix.
Good night Mistress Cara
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It is Saturday night, i am watching some TV...nothing too exciting though. I am still battling to have one picture of myself uploaded on the profile, i got the latest pic rejected and once again, this is a pic that was published previously. Never mind, i have tried again...i hope i will be lucky now.
I have exchanged just few messages via email with Mistress Cara, it was very nice though chatting with Her is something i am now really missing. I can just see a small notification that She is now offline, i feel a bit sad but i am sure She has got better things to do than chatting to an inferior creature like me.
I didn't send Her a sms today since i felt that writing Journals and emails was sufficient, i am not sure if this was the right choice but i don't want to make her feel to obsessed with my messaging. However i will send Her a sms tomorrow, i think i should.
As i said to Mistress today, an other Mistress which i was in contact with (just one message really) called me a twat without really knowing why. I have then found out that Mistress Cara from my old account warned few other Ladies to back off from Her latest property. Fair enough, i trust my Mistress and be called twat from an other Lady...i guess is not too much of a problem...if only this was the "price" to pay to be owned by Her! :)
"You are beautiful, You're beautiful
You're beautiful, it's true
There must be an angel
with a smile on Her face
When She thought up that i should be with You"
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Busy days these days...following the initial contacts with Mistress Cara and few messages and chat, as i said in my previous journal, i am now under consideration to be Mistress Cara's slave. So i am now moving all the various accounts and they are all available to Her as well. So it is a bit of a fight with the internet, especially when they keep rejecting pictures accepted in the past. But so be it, perseveration is the secret.
i haven't been able to talk much with Mistress in the last couple of days, it goes without saying that i miss Her presence, but what i miss most at the moment is Her guidance; i am at the beginning of this new great opportunity, and i am not sure if i will be up to her expectations, if i am doing well, if i should do things differently. So there is this feeling of uncertainty around myself. It is a bit when You are learning doing something new, You wish that the tutor be there constantly....
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Well, what can i say? it looks like the D-Day has arrived, i have been craving for these moments for months, years...and now here we are. Almost unexpectedly, as most things ...good things....in life, like a lightnening strike, She has arrived, She 's landed and shacked my steady and monotonous, if not useless, word. I had been in contact via messages for a short period of time, then nothing, then suddenly She is back...in a night where everything seems to be happening so perfectly...the perfect night. Mistress Cara send me a couple of messages, then She allow me to get in contact with Her and chat with Her...such an honor! But this is not all, this is happened many times in the past...so we start chatting and Her presence and spirit is definitively stronger and more assertive than any other encounters before. We chat for quite long time, She is different....She is amazing....She is beautiful....She is...the perfect She. She is assertive and run the conversation, She run the show, it is very nice and enjoyble talking with Her...but You can definitively feel the Superiority, the Control, the need to be at Her feet and worship Her, like a Goddess She is. After only one evening, i gave away few personal things, it never happened before. She now has control over my collarme account, over my account, and She told me to open a new email account with my new name...Caraspet68. So far i am only under consideration, don't get me wrong, the road is long and difficult, but the most beautiful roads are often very windy and hard to climb....the scenary though...is priceless.I feel the need to submit, with my body and soul, to this beautiful Princess. She surely has captured my mind in a very short period of time, and i can ensure You that this is not usually so easy. So far, i consider myself a luck man, a man that has found a directional light for a better life, the worshipping and wellbeing of a Superior Woman, Mistress Cara.Thank You Mistress |
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