Cuckdaddy66

I just got my head shaved so now I look more like a slave !!! Will post new pictures tonight !!!

I remain un-collared , but I truly believe there is a real Mistress here for me to serve...

Fictional Fantasy

My first weekend of service had arrived. i was to paint the house
and cut the grass. 1.5 acres abd without a riding mower. Would be
good exercise for me so i was excited ! i don't mind hard work.
Been a blue collar boy all my life.

i was still "under consideration" and not collared. My Goddess was
being very selective and i had made more than a few mistakes in our
previous meeting. i felt that my biggest mistake was continuing to
smoke after Goddess told me to stop. My addiction to ciggarettes
won , but i did begin taking Chantix. i was very sincere with
quitting the smoking , but it was just so hard to do. Goddess might
see this as a weakness and not select me. i was more than a little
depressed over this because i needed to serve this Woman. i felt
like it was my destiny to serve my Goddess and earn the right to
call Her "Mistress".

i found Her house with no problems and was actually 10 minutes
early , but Goddess was already there. She told me to cut the grass
first before the sun got too hot. it was a humid morning. The yard
was huge with a few obstacles in the way. The mower refused to
start. It was full of gas and i primed it , but probably the spark
plug was bad. i used my box cutter to scrape the plug and wire
clean. After many tries , and a very sore arm , the mower came to
life. As i pushed the mower , i wondered if today might be the day
for my collar. i told myself also that today might just be another
test of my devotion. Goddess and i had been corresponding for 7
months and we knew each other for 6 years. i felt like Goddess
might know enough to make a decision now.

i felt great when the grass was finally done ! i found Goddess at a
table and dropped to my knees. She told me the yard looked great
and after lunch i could begin painting. i did as was told ,
determined to show my obedience and devotion. i was hoping that we
would discuss a few matters , but Goddess was very quiet. She only
said that She would be back in a while.

i painted all afternoon. Dinner time was approaching , but Goddess still had not returned. i kept painting thinking that She would be coming soon. i was very hungry , sore and tired. i was hoping that Goddess was alright. At 10pm Goddess still hadn't arrived. Maybe She would not return until tomorrow. So i used a roll of paper towels as a pillow and laid down on the floor. i did not know what else to do, The painting was not finished , but i had used up all of the paint. i fell asleep quickly with all kinds of wonders in my mind.

i awoke to find a foot nudging me in my belly. i looked up through sleep eyes and saw my Goddess in all Her glory. She was completely dressed as a Mistress and looked so beautiful. i quickly knelt to Her feet , but i could sense that She was angry about something. She asked me why i stopped painting and when i told Her that i ran out of paint She said that there should have been enough. She told me that i wa wasting Her materials and doing a sloppy job. Goddess was very angry and i was very afraid. She told me to strip and lie belly down on the work table. She said that She was going to correct me for my watefulness and lack of attention to detail. As She tied my arms and legs to that table i knew that this would be my first punishment and the first sting of the crop came down on me like lightning. i knew that i was supposed to thank and count so i did. The next strike seemed twice as hard as the first one. In my bondage i could only see the floor. The cropping continued and i was up to number 24 with seemingly no end in sight ...

(To Be Continued)

i find myself always thinking of "Her" , my Goddess. Although i am only in the "consideration" stage , i do hope to one day very soon call Her "Mistress" !!!

Today i had the Honor of my Goddess' presence. i love to feel the power that radiates from Her and i know that my destiny is to serve Her.

Today Goddess claimed me ! i am Her's and She is my destiny.

i have been given the Honor of serving Goddess for 2 weekends a month !

i have the privilege to be Under Consideration with a Goddess.

What Submission Means To Me
My submission is a gift that i give to the one lady that can control me. i have realized what a mess i made out of my life , therefore i am not worthy of being a normal citizen. i need the control of a Dominant Woman. i give in to all my urges and have no self control. i also feel that i deserve to be severely punished for all of the hearts i have broken. i should also be punished for my lusting of nearly every Woman that i see. In my past there have been a few Women that really loved me , but i hurt every one of them and in doing so destroyed all hope of ever being satisfied in a vanilla relationship. i do not deserve the love of a woman , even though i have always wanted to Marry. Seems like it is my destiny to redeem myself by surrendering my body and soul to a Woman that is experienced with boys like myself and whom can discipline and re program my mind. This wonderful Lady will someday bind me to Her with unimaginable pain. My tears will cause this bonding. i will strive to always do better in the hopes of pleasing my Owner. i will feel useful if i see pride in my Owner's eyes. Ladies , i do hope to be given a chance by one of you. i know that i can be a good boy , if given the proper training and discipline. i am a little naive' so controlling my mind will probably be easy for a truly Dominant Woman. The real challenge with owning me is to control my lust. i may just be a "diamond in the rough" !

My profile has been on here for many years now and i have met several individuals in this lifestyle. Most have only been seeking on-line cash slaves. My profile is as complete as any other on this site yet still - NO Sadistic Mistress. i remain un-collared. Where are the REAL DOMINANT WOMEN ???

Much to my disappointment only the Master was inside the car. He yelled at me to hurry up and get in while I was beginning to feel "set-up". Mistress probably was waiting at home , preparing whatever they had in mind to do with me. I really only wanted to serve Mistress, but she demanded that I serve them both or not at all. I was told to ride in the back seat and lat down with my face to the seat. I promptly obeyed , but continued to feel like something wasn't right. We drove for a long time with lots of turns and very dark country roads. I could tell because the noise indicated dirt roads. I did not dare to look up !

We finally arrived and I was once again disappointed that Mistress was not there. Master must have noticed my concern because he told me that she would join us shortly. He commanded me to take off all my clothes , including socks and shoes. I had followed him down to the basement and the floor was as cold as ice. The fear of being set up came over me again as Master bound me to a table. It was just an old wooden table. The finish had been long gone and there were splinters all over. I was bound to the table on my back. Master seemed very happy at my predicament. I was trying to get up the courage to ask about Mistress while Master tightened a gag to my mouth. He then reached for my cock and began stroking it. His hands were rough and I was disgusted being the straight guy that I am. My cock , however , began to grow very erect. "You are not going to need any Mistress after I am done with you" said Master. My worst fear then became reality. I had been set up. In spite of my common sense and advice regarding BDSM encounters I met this Master. Not knowing where I was at with no money or ID I was completely at the Master's mercy. He picked up a large tube of KY Jelly , inserted the tip of it into my urethra and slowly filled me until the lube was oozing out of me. The he began straightening a coat hanger and I knew what was next. Master was smiling from ear to ear. I thought he might tire of me as my erection went limp. There was no way to insert the coat hanger. Master yelled upstairs for Linda. As I saw this woman come down the stairs I knew she wasn't the Mistress , but still very attractive. She was probably in her late 40's if I had to guess. "Help Me" said Master. Linda began stroking my cock , returning it to fully erect. Some pre-cum was leaking at the tip. Linda rubbed the cum onto her finger ...

Taken Away

Discretion is a must. i much prefer for the Domme' to contact me first. This way , i am not wasting her time. One such  Mistress had ordered me to make arrangements for Friday night. This would be our first meeting and i would be used as a pain slut. i was honored to have the chance to prove myself. i was also to serve Her Master , something i had never done before. i spoke with him online and felt like i could do it. He would not tell me what to expect. Very exciting ! They would take me out of town , to their place. i would be blind folded and have no idea where i was at. If i did not obey them i would be dismissed and have to find my own way back home. Since the encounter would be at night the opportunity was even more adventurous. No one would know where i was. Although many would think it foolish i agreed to serve them both !

i was to bring nothing except for a change of clothes , toothbrush, and my chastity device. No money , ID , Credit cards or cell phone allowed. i would be completely at their mercy. As the hour approached i became very nervous. My body was well prepared. Completely shaved and clean inside and out. i was well rested and very excited. The nervousness came from not knowing these people or what they would do to me. i could tell that Mistress was very sadistic from reading her profile. i knew that Master loved his whips. i would not change my mind and walked across the street to our meeting point. As their car approached i became fearful and so very curious as to how this encounter would go down !