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	About cuckoldhouseboi Service oriented submissive seeking FLR with experienced Domme. Not interested in online, only real time. Cant relocate but willing to travel up to 200 miles.

A little word of advice to other submissive men: be wary of profiles written in the third person with pictures that look like they've been airbrushed. I was stupid enough to fall for one.

Wishing all the kinksters here a very cruel Yule.

I want a Mistress for Christmas.

Just like the turkey, I like to be stuffed.

I know a lot of the profiles on this site are fake, but the ones that are sincere really stand out. There really are some outstanding Dommes here. I hope dominant women continue to come here despite all the losers, fakers, and flakes. It gives me hope that one day I will find the Mistress who will enslave me.

I have a date tonight with one of the ladies I referenced from my last blog entry. She lives in North Dallas but commutes to Denton for her job. She's divorced with one teenager headed off to college next year. He spends a lot of time with his father, which is a good thing for being able to play in privacy. Her picture looks like she's in her early forties, dark hair, and maybe about 5'10" in heels. Her profile pics are pretty vanilla, but sent me a couple of others that caught my attention. From those pics I was able to discern that she has genuine interest in BDSM.

We talked for a long time on the phone. In fact the conversation went so long it drained my cell and I had to call her back. She asked what I was looking for and I told her. I don't think it will be a point of contention, but what she is looking for is slightly different. She wants to have a Mistress/slave relationship behind closed doors, but for me to assume an Alpha role in public. My preference would to be in the slave role 24/7, but it's not a deal breaker for me. If she wants me to play a role in front of family and friends I can do that.

One thing I like about her is that she is really good with details. That's a huge part of being a good Domme. Detailed instructions keep the sub engaged and challenged, and she gave me a lot of things to remember for our first date. I need to bring her flowers, and not just any flowers. She wants red roses and from a specific florist. I had to make the dinner arrangements at her favorite restaurant. I have instructions for how to dress: white shirt, red tie, black pants, formal shoes. You get the idea, she seems very comfortable being in control and giving directions.

It's interesting that she also has already asked me what I have planned for Sunday. Instead of saying, "I'm free" or "Nothing special", I said "I will be available to serve you." She really liked that answer.

So we'll see what happens. I've learned not get my hopes up too high, but that's easier said than done. Hopefully, I'll have something positive to report tomorrow.

I've taken the advice of a friend who suggested I expand my search to include more than just porn/bdsm sites. It was hard to wrap my head around the idea at first. I figured dominant women would look for submissive men on sites that catered to their interests. Wow, was I wrong.

So I joined three dating sites, two of them I'm on a trail membership and one is free. I posted a few pics along with a written profile and then logged out for a couple of days. Later when I logged back in, there were multiple messages waiting for me on all three sites. Keep in mind, I'm lucky if I get one legitimate inquiry a month on this site.

In all there were eleven separate messages from women claiming to have interest in domination. A few of the messages came from women who were out of my area, and I wrote back thanking them for writing but declining. I had one woman write me asking if I could be submissive to her but dominant to her husband. I declined that offer as well. By the time I culled the messages there were two women who closely fit the deion I am looking for. I have written back to both of them and am awaiting their replies.

There is no instructional manual that I am aware of on how to find a Mistress. However, I realize now that by casting a bigger net I have improved my chances greatly.

Let's see where it goes from here.

Things I’ve learned about myself through Femdom:

I will rise to the level of my partner. The more sadistic she is, the more masochistic I can become.

I only enjoy intercourse when she’s on top in control.

I adore intelligent women. The smarter she is, the sexier she is.

I don’t feel humiliation one-on-one. I need a third person in the room to witness it.

I don’t get much out of cuckolding unless I can participate in some way.

I serve best when my partner lets me know exactly what she expects.

The attractiveness of my partner doesn’t mean nearly as much to me as her dominant persona.

I like a Domme who tells me what she is going to do to me, and then follows through with it.

I am more focused on service to my top when I’m in a chastity device.

I have to be able to trust someone to scene with them.

A good scene is like psychotherapy to me. Punishment for my transgressions is cathartic.

I am sexually confused as to whether I’m straight or bisexual.

Dominant women come in many forms. Each one has their own style.

I can cum without any genital stimulation if my partner works on my prostate.

There are several involuntary actions my body will make. 1. Unless I am in chastity, my penis automatically becomes erect in the presence of a Domme. 2. My ass will gape after repeated use. 3. My penis will drip during a scene if I haven’t had an orgasm in three days or more.

I hate housework on my own, but love doing it for a dominant female.

Bruises make me think about the person who put them there.

Once in subspace, pain is my friend.

Cum is an acquired taste. It’s not so bad anymore.

There is something about the feel of pantyhose.

I used to think my fetishes were weird. Now I realize I’m a piker in comparison to others.

I had an amazing session yesterday afternoon with two incredible, skilled dominatrices. The session lasted nearly three hours although I only paid for two, and the session turned out to be new and different from sessions I have experienced in the past. The were so many surprises beyond my expectations. It was expensive, but it scratched the submissive itch better than I could have hoped for. I was exhausted when I got home and slept ten hours last night, but I'm still feeling it this morning. They literally wore me out.

So let's start with the players. Mistress J stands about 6'3" in her black leather boots, but she looks even taller because her hair style. She's young, I would guess in her early 20s, and she looks like she goes to the gym regularly. She's absolutely stunning, but what I love about her most is her energy. She never seemed to get tired, and maintained a fierce dominant attitude throughout the session. I've been with a few pro Dommes who basically are role players and actors, but Mistress J is the real deal. She loves inflicting pain and gets a sadistic rush that's quite evident when you scene with her. She was the one who controlled the action yesterday afternoon.

TS Goddess Kendra was far less dominant. In fact I think she's a switch. However, she is a total freak of nature. If you saw her on the street you would never believe she carries an impressive cock below the waist. She's tiny in stature, maybe 5'3", skinny waist, nice tits, tight ass, and truly feminine in the way she carries herself. She is also young, but maybe four or five years older than Mistress J. The most dominant thing about her is that she's into her own pleasure. She was more sensual than sadistic, and when paired with Mistress J, I got a "good cop, bad cop" vibe.

You already know me, from my picture but I'm 5'11", in pretty good shape for my age, salt and pepper hair. I pretty much look like a regular dude. I mention myself only because the age difference added another layer of kink to the scene.

I had been to the dungeon they use before. It's in a horrible part of town, but there is a security fence and I was able to park in back of the building. When the door opened and I saw Mistress J towering over me I wanted to drop to my knees right there in the doorway. She had to be wearing fifteen pounds of leather and steel. You could her outfit making noise when she walked.

She led me to a waiting area and we sat together for a moment on the couch. The first order of business was a cash payment which I counted into her hand. After she received the money she went over "the rules" of behavior for the session along with a safe word. I had been communicating with her ahead of time, so she knew a lot about me already. She had me send her a list of my fetishes along with my limits, so before we even started she had a pretty good idea of how she wanted the scene to play out.

She told me to take off all my clothes and leave them on a chair in the waiting room. She watched me while I undressed. When I was naked she ordered me to put my hands behind my head, keep my head bowed, and spread my legs slightly. I had done a good job keeping my cock soft up until this point, but being so vulnerable in the presence of this young, beautiful, Domme I could help myself. She walked around me inspecting my body. A pinch here, a poke there, a firm squeeze of the balls, etc... Her hands were all over me, but not in an erotic way. It was more like she was inspecting an animal at an auction.

This went on for about five minutes and then I heard the door buzz, and Mistress J left to answer it. When she came back she was with Goddess Kendra. The two of them spoke as though I wasn't in the room. It was mostly small talk, but it was easy to tell that they liked each other a lot and probably had worked together many times before. Finally, they turned their attention to me.

Goddess Kendra didn't like the idea of calling me "david". They tossed around few submissive names "tiny dick", "piggy", "faggot face", etc.. but went old school at the end at decided my name would be "bitch boi". I thought they could have done better with that, but hey, what' in a name? I could embrace being bitch boi if I was going to be treated like a bitch, and I was.

Something else that Goddess didn't like was my hard cock, so I was led to a storage room adjacent to the main dungeon. Inside the room, there was every toy and device you can imagine. There was an old wooden dresser in the corner, and Mistress J opened the top drawer to reveal about a dozen different locking chastity devices. She asked me if I had any experience with them, and I told her I did. She assured me that everything was cleaned regularly and there were extra keys to all the locks. I saw a CB3000 which had several different rings I could try to get the right fit. While I tried to shove my semi-erect dick into the device Goddess Kendra and Mistress J were selecting toys they were going to use on me.

I finally was able to get my cock locked up and I handed the key to Mistress J while Mistress Kendra put heavy leather wrist and ankle restraints on my limbs. Mistress J added a collar, leash, and tried a couple of hoods on me to go full gimp. Satisfied with my appearance, they led me to the dungeon.

All the BDSM furniture at that place is excellent. Mistress J and Goddess Kendra started by securing me to a St. Andrew's cross facing them. The hood I was wearing wasn't a great fit, so I couldn't always tell who was doing what. All I know is that both of them had riding crops. Something I figured out in a hurry was that Mistress J was left-handed. This actually works pretty well, because neither Domme got in the other's way.

As they began smacking me with the riding crops, Mistress J was barking out a lot of verbal abuse. She was also imploring Goddess Kendra to hit me harder and not to worry about leaving marks. Goddess Kendra didn't hit as hard as Mistress J, but she was deadly accurate with her crop. She was able to direct the blow to the exact same place over and over, and man that smarts. The CB-3000 protects your shaft, but your balls are exposed which Mistress J effectively exploited. I was yelping in pain every time that crop, and as my balls swelled from the abuse the chastity device felt tighter.

The crops reigned down on me for a long time and when they finally stopped my torso, legs, and groin area were covered with marks. They took me off the St. Andrew's briefly, and then turned me around and secured me back on the cross to work on my back, legs and ass. They warmed me up with floggers at first, and then reached for more damaging instruments. This is where Mistress J is really at her best. It takes a certain amount of practice to handle a long leather single tail whip. She has the ability to time the crack of the whip perfectly with meeting the skin of her victim. Eventually Goddess Kendra stopped and admired Mistress J's skill. How good was she? When I went home after the session I realized that my lower lip was swollen from the number of times I bit it in pain. The marks on me show that she has the ability to make the whip explode upon impact.

We were about an hour an a half into the session and I was in deep subspace. They took me off the St. Andrews and I felt the blood rush back into my arms. However, the scene took a different direction that I wasn't expecting. I was pushed down to my knees facing Goddess Kendra's waist. I was about to get a mouthful of tranny cock.

It's not that Goddess Kendra's cock is so long. Maybe 6 and half inches I would guess, but the girth of it is exceptional. As it grew the corners of my mouth stretched to the limit. Mistress J was behind me pushing and pulling my hooded head back and forth while Goddess Kendra thrust her hips. I was gagging hard and trying my best to breath through my nose. Goddess Kendra moaned with pleasure, but Mistress J was calling me every name in the book. Without warning the action stopped as Goddess Kendra withdrew her cock from my mouth.

Mistress J helped me off my knees and took me to the "fuck bench", which is really just a metal spanking bench. She secured my ankle and wrist restraints, then disappeared for a moment. Goddess Kendra had put on a condom, and returned to my mouth for additional fluffing. I must not have heard Mistress J, but felt her hands on my ass. She was wearing latex gloves and I could hear the sound of the lube squirting out of the tube. First one finger, then two, then three, then four she really took her time greasing and stretching me.

Goddess Kendra's cock was hard enough to cut diamonds, and she left my mouth and moved to my back side. She was trying to be gentle at first, but Mistress J was having none of it. She yelled, "Fuck that slut hole hard!", which was a game changer. The next thing I new I was being drilled with that fat cock like I was a prison bitch. I struggled against my restraints, but I wasn't going anywhere. Not only did Goddess Kendra have a trophy cock, she knew how to use it. After about ten minutes of getting pounded my hole was really starting to hurt. Little did I know it was about to get worse.

Mistress J wanted her turn, so she directed Goddess Kendra back to my mouth. She donned a big, black strapon which was considerably larger than Goddess Kendra's real cock. She lubed it and pushed hard against me impaling me on it. Goddess Kendra was back in my mouth coaching me to focus on her and not think about what was going on behind me. Yeah, easier said than done. Mistress J's strapon style was much different than the way Goddess Kendra fucks. Goddess Kendra is about her own pleasure while Mistress J is about causing you pain. Mistress J slams the dildo to the limit with every stroke. She feeds on the sounds of pain from while she fucks you. It's really hard to give an effective blow job with the way she fucked my ass.

Something I have found out about myself late in life is that if I take a big cock for a long time I gape. It's really kind of embarrassing, but I think the Dommes I've been with get a kick out of it. Mistress J called to Goddess Kendra, "hey, stop for a minute and come look at this." They stood behind for me a moment just staring at me while I softly whimpered. Mistress J ordered me to close it, but I couldn't. I tried to explain that I have to keep my legs together and clench my ass for an hour or two after a session for things to return to normal. I didn't think I said anything funny, but both of them roared with laughter.

The ending to the scene was different from anything I have ever experienced with a pro Domme. As I've said in previous posts, happy endings are rare...very rare. Perhaps it was because we were so intimate, or perhaps because they were just downright horny, Mistress J decided everyone was going to get to cum.

I was released from the spanking bench and I was aching all over. She gave me the key to the chastity device and told me to let myself out. She also told me to take off my hood and restraints. While I was struggling to get the device off of my swollen cock and balls, something amazing happened. Mistress J removed Goddess Kendra's condom and put some lotion on her cock. Until that point there had been no physical interaction between them. She ordered me lie down on my back on the wood floor, and Goddess Kendra stood over me with her legs on either side of my hips. It didn't take long before Goddess Kendra's cum was on my face, chest and stomach. Not a minute after Goddess Kendra came, she got her money from Mistress J and was out the door.

As I laid there on my back with the pungent smell of transsexual cum all over me, I realized that Mistress J was removing the bottom of her outfit. She kneeled over me with her legs on either side of my head. She said I could watch but remain still and absolutely no touching. It was an amazing view as she moved her fingers clockwise and counterclockwise on her clit, which by the way was bigger than any clit I've seen before. I would have given my right arm to be able to suck on that thing, but I remembered the rules and restrained myself. Her fingers were a blur and when she came it felt like my head was in a vice because her legs came together hard.

When she was finished she got up and disappeared to the storage area again. When she came back with a rough textured glove on her left hand a tin platter in her right. She kneeled beside me and grabbed my cock with her gloved hand. She rubbed the glove against the head of my shaft until there was a small abrasion. She did the same thing with first my left ball and then my right. She gripped my shaft firmly and masturbated me roughly. I didn't think I could cum at first because my cock was so raw, but eventually I got there, and at the moment I was there she released her hand while the cum dribbled out of my dick and on the platter she was holding.

She didn't make me eat Goddess Kendra's cum, which makes sense but my own cum was a different matter. As I lay there in agony, she squeezed the bottom of my chin pulling my mouth open. One hand held me in place while the other poured the cum on the platter into my mouth. Some of the cum stuck to the platter, so she made me stick out my tongue and lick it until it was clean. She left and got me a hand towel to clean up Goddess Kendra's cum, and then told me to go back to the waiting area and get dressed.

While I was dressing I heard her on the phone outside of the waiting area. When she returned she broke character and asked me how I liked the session. I told her truthfully that it was one of the best I've ever had. Pretty much everything I hoped would happen did happen along with a few surprises. In turn I asked if she enjoyed it and she reciprocated with the same answer. We continued to chat about several non-BDSM topics, and then a surreal feeling came over me. We were no longer masochist and sadist, but two ordinary people holding a normal conversation. There is something very strange about a normal conversation with someone who has just beat the stuffing out of you.

She asked me if I was married, and I laughed. Do you think I could come home to a wife with marks all over my body? I let her know that I while I appreciated her services, I was really looking for a long-term female led relationship. She perked up instantly and a broad smile crossed her face.

It seems that she has lots of friends professionally and in the lifestyle. She asked if I had a business card, and I told her I did and gave a couple of them to her. She told me about another dominatrix who mentored her and is considering leaving the profession. She's a lot closer to my age and she's looking for a 24/7 slave. However, there is a finders fee involved. $250 up front and another $250 if it works out. I told her I'd need a little more information about this woman before committing to the finders fee. She said she would email me a website at no cost where I can find out more about her. We'll see.

So in a nutshell, it was an awesome session which it should be for $750. However, it far exceeded my expectations and this might even lead to a long-term relationship.

Fingers crossed.

I know a lot of the women complain about the fakes on this site, but it's really just as bad for men. I receive more cut and paste emails than I do real ones. When out of the gate they're fishing for your email with no reference to your profile, you know it's bogus. There are also a lot of men posing as women in their profiles, too. They're easy to spot by the way.

With all the different jobs in the world, for the life of me I don't understand why someone would spend their days working on-line scams. It can't be that lucrative, and it's sure as hell a pain in the ass for the people here who are sincere BDSM practitioners. Sad.

This is sort of a public service announcement. There is a friend of mine here (you know who you are) who needs a little help in keeping things clean. This post is what I do to prep, and I'm not saying it's the only way but it's been effective for me. Your wife will greatly appreciate it, I promise.

Things you will need:

1.Either an enema bag kit or several small Fleet enema bottles

2. 1 tube of your favorite lubricant (mine is still the old and reliable KY Jelly)

3. 1 dildo the size of the dildo that you will be pegged with

4. 1 fresh razor and shaving cream.

5. 1 Imodium tablet.

Directions:

Timing is everything. When you consume food, the things you eat, and the time of your bowel movement all play a part. I actually start the night before by drinking a ton of water and eating a lighter dinner than usual. I avoid things like beans, lentils, broccoli, and cabbage. If something gives you gas, don't eat it. Also, no alcohol because you'll want to be fully hydrated the next day.

The next morning I only have one cup of coffee and more water. I might have a piece of toast or a bowl of oatmeal but I don't chow down. Same with lunch. Eat just enough food to satisfy and not a bite more.

4 hours before the pegging is to occur is a good time to start the cleanse. Take the Imodium at time. The enema will act as a laxative while the Imodium will pretty much stop things from moving higher in your digestive system. If you have an enema bag mix 2 level tablespoons of salt with 1 quart of water. Don't use soapy water; that can be dangerous. You can also use the premixed Fleet enemas if you don't have an enema bag.

I strip naked and perform the enema in my large shower area ass up, head down. For me this is the best way to avoid a mess. I know some people will lay on their sides, but you want the liquid to flow high into your colon track. Gravity will do its job better this way. I hold the liquid until the point of urgency, then I climb out of the shower and empty myself in the toilet. I repeat the process as many times as necessary until the water that comes out is virtually clear.

However, I'm not done yet. I lube myself and insert a dildo moving it around vigorously. Then I pull it out and check to see if there is anything other than KY on it. If there is then I'll do an additional enema and repeat the process.

It's important to do the enema hours ahead because no matter how hard you struggle on the toilet, there will still be some fluid left inside you. You'll find yourself back on the toilet in an hour or so squirting the remaining drops out. By show time the liquid should be gone.

Something else I do is shave my ass until it's smooth in all areas. This part is optional, but I believe a smooth ass is more desirable to fuck than a hairy one. Pay close attention to your ass crack and taint. No stray hairs.

The final thing I do is take a shower making sure my ass crack and hole are squeaky clean. Make sure you dry it well.

Now you are ready to be pegged, and if she goes ass to mouth all you're going to taste is lubricant and Goodyear tire. Good luck and happy pegging.

I got paid on Thursday which means it's time to book my next session with a pro Domme. There are a wide variety of choices out there and today I thought I'd share with you some of the things I look for when selecting a professional.

1. Authenticity. There are tons of escort types who will spank for money. A hooker with a flogger in her purse is not my idea of a pro Domme. A real dominatrix lives and breathes femdom. Most do it not only professionally, but at home in their private relationships as well. For me it's much more exciting knowing that the person on the other end of the whip is into the scene as much as I am.

2. Equipment. This really goes back to number 1. If you see items like a St. Andrew's cross, spanking bench, or any other BDSM furniture you know that the Domme has invested in her craft. The last dominatrix I saw bought a fucking machine which run $700 and up.

3. Experience. I'm someone who wants to see a few gray hairs on the pilot before I get on the plane. When a session is over I want to feel pain, but not be injured permanently. That's where the training, knowledge, and skill come into play. Most of the pros I see are in their 30s and 40s and have been around the block. I'm not saying a woman in her 20s couldn't be an effective pro, but before I'd book a session I'd have to know she's been mentored, or at least has been in the scene for more than 5 years. I'm not about to be a guinea pig for someone who doesn't know what they're doing.

4. Clothing. This doesn't mean she has to be full-on leather and boots, but she has to have a dominant look about her. Any kind of outfit that exudes power will do it for me.

5. Price. Like any other service, you want to get value for your money. You'll see a wide variety of prices depending on what you are looking for. Most of the Dommes I see charge between $200-$300 an hour. You can find a few that are cheaper, and quite a few who are more expensive. The best Dommes don't watch the clock, and if you wind up going over an hour don't charge you extra.

6. Fetishes. Most will do feet,shoe, stocking CBT, spanking, bondage,leash & collar, role playing,sissy training, humiliation,flogging,paddles, and whips. There are none that include intercourse as part of the package so don't get your hopes up. Strapons are a gray area. Some will, some won't. Same with edging...ruined orgasms and such. If she's touching your penis with her hand consider yourself lucky. Very few will do golden showers or scat play, and the ones that do charge a lot of money to fulfill those fantasies.

7. Location. If a Domme is working out of a hotel I'm not interested. I like a place that is private where screams of pain and pleasure can't be heard. I also like dungeons with plenty of space to play.

8. Something different. I like new experiences, and if there is a pro who is offering something I haven't tried before it piques my interest.

9. Attitude. I am not looking for Miss Manners. I want a Domme who knows how to take charge and put me in my place. It doesn't mean she has to raise her voice, but she needs to be comfortable taking the lead and controlling the scene.

10. Class. Personally I prefer women who are intelligent and carry themselves with air of class and dignity. Even though it's only for a short time, I want to be able to put them on a pedestal.

Did you notice that beauty didn't make the list? To me if a woman is sincerely dominant she immediately becomes beautiful to me. So it's time to book a session. I'll let you know how it goes later. :-)

I get paid on the first of the month which means I can schedule my monthly dominatrix session. A male friend of mine knows about my submissive behavior and it blows his mind that I would actually pay money to have a woman physically abuse me. He's been around me enough to know that if I schedule a session on a Saturday, we won't be playing tennis on Sunday. He used to give me shit about it, but he doesn't anymore. I found out he and his wife are swingers, which is no big deal to me but could be a big deal if the public found out. Communities don't take kindly to so called "perverts" on the school board.

My friend has offered to fix me up with some of his female friends, but I told him I'm not interested unless they are dominant. This is also something he doesn't fully understand. He pulled out his cell phone the other day to show me a partially nude picture of a woman he wants to fix me up with. "Wouldn't you just love to fuck the shit out of her?" Thanks, but no thanks. That's not what I'm looking for. My friend just stared at me with this incredulous look on his face.

He's also concerned that what I do is dangerous. Well, yeah there is some danger there and that's what makes it erotic. I have never had a session so violent that I had to go to the hospital or see a doctor afterwards...close a couple of times, but I never have been permanently damaged. Most of the time all signs of a session vanish within a week. Then I asked him about having unprotected sex with swingers. Isn't there an element of risk there? How about your wife sucking every cock in Dallas? Do you really think that's any less dangerous than what I do?

While I appreciate him trying to hook me up with one of his swinger ladies, I really don't enjoy intercourse unless I feel like I'm being used. Getting tied up and having a woman mount me and ride for her pleasure is a different story. Thrusting hard and fast doesn't make me feel submissive, it makes me feel like I'm the one in control. If a woman needs that from me I'm afraid I'll be a huge disappointment. That's partially why I like the idea of cuckolding. If a woman is generally dominant but sometimes needs a hard, deep drilling it should come from someone who can take her in a more forceful way than I can, but I digress. I'm not looking for sex. If sex happens it will be her idea and decision, not mine. The biggest thing that attracts me to a woman is her dominance.

So I keep my friend's secret and he keeps mine. He fucks women other than his wife, and I pay women to beat me. Both are societal taboos. Yet truth be known, everybody has something to hide. All you have to do is look at the number of fetish categories here on Collarme and you realize the world is a very kinky place.

You know my secret and you know my friend's. What's yours?

All men jack off. Not some, ALL. That is if they have the ability to.

Hint to women with spouses and boyfriends who are not showing interest in sex. They're either jacking off or getting it somewhere else. Take charge of your significant other's cock and lock it up in a chastity device when you're not using it. It a sure fire way that he will stay faithful as well as prevent him from wanking his monkey night and day instead of paying attention to you.

In about 24 hours after you lock him he'll go from not wanting sex with you to begging for it. Guaranteed.

Labels...

Are you dominant? Submissive? Switch?

Are you a slave? Master? Mistress?

Are you a kinkster? Fetishist? Vanilla? Sadist? Masochist?

Are you straight? Gay? Lesbian? Bi? Hetero flexible? Pansexual? Asexual? Bi-curious? Skoliosexual?

Are you a dyke? Butch? Queer? Faggot? Gay for pay? Beard?

Are a male? Female? Transexual? Transvestite? Androgynous? Gender fluid? Bi-gender?

Are you monogamous? Poly? Cuckold? Bull/Stud? Cuckoldress? Hotwife?

Are you a top? Bottom? Flexible?

Here's where I'm going with this. Labels can be helpful to clarify to others how we identify, but they can also be misleading and inaccurate. They can also be overly simplistic.

I received a message yesterday from a man who had read my profile on another site. He is an experienced gay Master and local to my area. He was very pushy about meeting me. Keep in mind all of my profiles on all sites clearly say "male seeking female". I do not seek out men, although people who have read my blog know that I have had bisexual bottom experiences. I think that's why he messaged me and was so persistent.

His profile had very little on it other than a few pictures. There was one picture of him dressed in leather and he looked like one of the Village People. He also included several pics of his cock....yeah it was big but too damn hairy. It appears that personal grooming isn't one of his strengths.

Anyway, this guy tells me that he could dominate me better than any woman ever could. He went on to tell me that I was lying about my sexuality and that I'm in denial. His bottom line was that I have sucked cock and taken cock up my ass; therefore I'm gay. When I told him I wasn't interested, the insults started coming. I took them for a few minutes, but eventually wound up blocking him.

So this morning I've been going over it all in my head, and some self-doubt has crept in. I am not attracted to men. I do not seek out men. I'm not interested in a male relationship other than friendship. Yet in certain circumstances in my past submitting to a man has been pleasurable, especially in the presence of a female. However, my cock always goes limp when I interact with a male. It's not the sex, it's the submission that I enjoy.

I identify as straight with bisexual bottom experience. In a nutshell, I am looking for and prefer woman. Yet my history tells me that under the right circumstances I will service men.

So what the hell am I?

== Results from bdsmtest.org ==
99% Degradee
99% Slave
99% Submissive
98% Rope bunny
96% Masochist
95% Primal (Prey)
86% Experimentalist
80% Pet
74% Exhibitionist
67% Girl/Boy
65% Non-monogamist
35% Brat
24% Voyeur
13% Ageplayer
5% Vanilla
4% Switch
3% Sadist
2% Degrader
1% Brat tamer
1% Daddy/Mommy
1% Owner
1% Primal (Hunter)
1% Rigger
0% Dominant
0% Master/Mistress

I had a hell of time Saturday afternoon with the pro Domme I saw. I was filled with anticipation because she had texted me about a "big surprise" she had for me. From the texts she sent me I thought the surprise was going to be a new big dildo, but it was much more than that.

She runs her business out of her home which is a house on about two acres of land on the outskirts of the city. Plenty of privacy, and cries of pain and pleasure are only heard by her sadistic ears. The first and second times visited her, her husband was present in another room, but this time she was alone. In a way, I felt honored that she trusted me enough to be alone with her now. She met me at the door dressed in a nurse’s outfit which was sexy as hell.

As is customary, I gave her the fee first, and then she led me to her dungeon. It is a large add-on room in the back of the house with every kind of toy and piece of BDSM furniture imaginable. I told her I had brought a chastity device if she wanted to use it, but she said she wanted my cock to be visible so I didn’t put it on. She had me strip naked and instructed me to mount the gynecology chair with my feet in the stirrups. The chair had been modified to include restraints to keep me in place. Thus, it was both a medical and bondage chair in actuality. She also slipped a leather hood over my head and laced it tightly. Once I was in place, it was time to reveal the “big surprise”.

I looked down and she was positioning a large device about a foot away from my wide open legs. She had to run an extension cord so I knew it was powered. I didn’t know what the hell that thing was at first, and felt a rush of nerves come over me. There was a small table next to me with three vacu-lock dildos of varying sizes, which gave me the clue I needed to figure out what was happening.
She had purchased a “fucking machine”.

I’ve had a lot of different BDSM experiences over the years, but I’ve never had a Domme use a machine to fuck me. It is an entirely different sensation than a woman with a strapon. Once that thing starts it’s relentless. It’s hard to catch your breath, and it’s easy for panic to set in if the setting is too fast.

I think she was as excited as me. She had bought the machine the day before my session, so I was the first client to get the experience. She started with the smallest dildo attaching it to the rod that extended from the machine. Before positioning it closer to me, she tested it. I was surprised at how quiet it was, but nervous about how fast the thing moved on the highest setting. When she was satisfied that everything was working correctly, she put on a pair of latex gloves and greased my asshole with some lube. She also lubed up the dildo at the end of the machine.

She adjusted the machine so that the height was at eye level with my asshole, and then she pushed it closer so that only the head of the dildo was inside me. She turned the machine on at the slowest setting to begin with. As far as pure enjoyment goes, that was the best sensation of the afternoon. The small dildo was going in and out rhythmically giving my hole a slow gentle massage. But that didn’t last long…

She started playing with the settings and moved up to the medium speed which was faster than anything I’d experienced before. I tried to relax but found myself getting tense at times. I looked up at her and she had a wide grin on her face. She mercifully stopped the machine and let me catch my breath. While I was there gasping she took the smallest dildo off the machine and put a larger one in its place. Not only was it longer, but much thicker. She added more lube and repeated the procedure turning the machine on the slowest setting at first.

The first couple of thrusts of the machine hurt, and I was close to singing out the safe word. Somehow I managed to relax enough to accommodate it. She gradually increased the speed, and started adding sensations to other parts of my body. She pinched my nipples repeatedly, twisting them hard. Then I felt her greasy gloves squeezing and slapping my balls until they were sore, too. All the while the machine kept working over my asshole with that big dildo.

One thing I should add is that one of the strengths of this dominatrix is her verbal ability. She doesn’t let you talk much, but constantly keeps you engaged with her filthy language. She was in rare form on Saturday, and my penis rose and fell based on the things she said. One moment she would be complimentary, the next moment she was insulting me. It makes for a mental roller coaster when you’re with her.

Although I had no pleasurable genital stimulation, my cock was still leaking semen. There was a puddle of sperm that had collected on my stomach and she scooped it up with two fingers and fed it to me. Eating my own cum is always difficult, but sucking the cum and lube off her greasy fingers made for a very unpleasant taste.

She turned the machine off, and I thought that was going to be it but there was one dildo left. She told me it was a Doc Johnson 12.5” long and 2.1”, and I told her I didn’t think I could take it. The most I’ve ever experienced has been about 7.5”, and never anything that thick. She told me time wasn’t an issue, and that she had all afternoon if necessary and she would help stretch me as needed. Over an hour had passed already, and I had gotten more than my money’s worth, but I agreed to give it a try.

She disappeared for a moment and returned with several large and wide butt plugs. True to her word, she slowly worked the plugs in and out of my ass and eventually I was relaxed and stretched enough to try the Doc Johnson. Before she put it on the machine she tried it out by hand, and my asshole grudgingly accepted a little more than half of it. I was pouring sweat, and I felt like I was being split in half. The pleasure part of the experience was over, and now it was pure pain.

She made a few adjustments to the machine, so that the Doc Johnson would not penetrate me completely. About 7” or 8” would be the max depth. She flipped on the machine and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. She quickly turned the machine off, and I thought that the show was over. That wasn’t to be the case. She took off her gloves and grabbed her cell phone to document her first session with the fucking machine. She took some stills first, and then turned the machine on and captured a video of me struggling with the Doc Johnson.

The best (or worst) was yet to come. She put her cell down and for the first time during the session she set the speed to the maximum. A strange sensation came over me, and I realized that if the machine kept going I was going to urinate. I told her this and begged her to stop, but she had no mercy and let the machine go at max speed.

I screamed, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” as the piss ran over me and on to the floor. After what seemed like an eternity she turned it off and left me there with the dildo still in my ass. My piss and leaked cum were everywhere. When she returned she had a roll of paper towels and some disinfectant that she put on the side table. Upon being released from the chair, it would be my responsibility to clean up my mess.

She moved the machine and when the monster cock was removed I felt a new sensation….my asshole was gaping (she also took a picture of that). I also notice there was a tiny bit of bl**d on the Doc Johnson. As strange as this sounds, I felt empty not having something filling up my ass. Anal sex is a strange cocktail of pain, pleasure, humiliation, and desire. As a submissive getting fucked in the ass is at the top of my list.

She released me from the chair, and I walked gingerly toward the cleaning supplies to do as she instructed. I cleaned the floor, the chair, the dildos….everything that I could see in the area, and sealed the used paper towels in a small garbage bag she provided. She watched me with a smile on her face while I cleaned the floor still naked.

I went over to my clothes and was about to take off my hood and put them on when she stopped me. Over two hours had passed and I had only paid for one. I really couldn’t believe how generous she was being with her time. She told me I couldn’t leave before accepting my punishment for pissing myself.

The punishment didn’t take long, but smarted like hell. Fifty strokes with a thick rattan cane left my ass with some deep welts and bruises. When she was finished she snapped another photo of her handy work. I get the feeling the pics are going to wind up on the internet somewhere, but since my face was concealed I have no problem with it.

She let me get dressed and then broke character. She asked me about how I enjoyed the experience compared to previous sessions. I told her honestly that it was one of the best session I had, but I also missed the feeling of her tits on my back using the strapon in our previous sessions. She didn’t say a word, but just smiled at me.

When I got home, I ate like a lion after the kill and took a long nap. When I woke up, it felt like my asshole was on fire. I struggled on the toilet dripping lube a little bl**d. I’m fine now, but that machine definitely went places I hadn’t been before. I guess the good news is that I now know I can take a bigger dildo than I used to.

So that was my pro Domme experience for August. I’m sure at some point I will visit her again when I need a good ass fucking. However, she did such a good job with the machine, I don’t think I’m going to need that for a while.

The submissive ache is back and I have booked a session Friday with a dominatrix I know who specializes in strapon domination. She's a little more expensive than some of the pro Dommes I see, but she is really good at what she does and a lot of the pro Dommes won't do strapon play. The last time I saw her she worked my ass so hard that I had a prostate orgasm without any genital stimulation. She also gives a hell of a reach-around if you ask her, but I digress. She's not a clock watcher, and I've found her to be worth every penny of the fee she charges. She loves what she does and it shows.

One other thing I like about her is that she has been complementary with me. I know a lot of submissive men like to be verbally abused, and so do I sometimes, but it's also nice to hear words of encouragement and praise. She says things that make me blush: "you have a nice ass", "you took cock that really well", "I love the way you groan when I'm inside you", etc... I know it's probably bullshit, but it makes me feel good to hear that stuff and it makes me want to please her.

Another thing I really like about her is that she discretely stays in contact with clients who book sessions. When I got up this morning I looked at my phone and found a text message from her. "David, I'm looking forward to seeing you again on Friday. Be on time and be ready. I have a big surprise for you."

Of course, now I won't be able to think of anything but what the hell the "big surprise" could be. My first thought was a bigger dildo, but that seems too obvious. Does she want to do something different with me? Perhaps she has some new equipment or accessories? In short, I'm curious as hell now which is exactly the way she wants me. I texted her back and told her that I would be on time and ready ("ready" is really code for showing up clean on the inside and out).

As pro Dommes go in my area, I have to say she is probably my favorite. I like her as a person, and I know whatever she has in store for me, it's going to be what I need. Friday can't get here soon enough.

Sometimes I'll read a Domme's profile and I think to myself "oh my God, she's perfect". Then I see where she lives, and it's 2000 miles from me. The air immediately leaves my sails. Why? Because reality sets in. I've tried long distance relationships before, and they almost always have disastrous consequences. Some people get lucky and somehow can make it work, but I'm of the opinion that the closer you are to your partner, the better your chances will be of making it last.

How people can maintain a relationship without ever physically meeting is beyond me. At some point you have to actually have to spend time together, so start by figuring the costs of courtship. Airline tickets, hotels, rental cars, etc... add up in a hurry. I suppose wealthy people and celebrities have that kind of disposable income that they can fly all over the place to meet someone, but most people don't. That's the first roadblock that comes with distance, but that's just scratching the surface.

Let's say your end game is marriage, or at least a LTR. Relocation by one of the parties will have to happen. Jobs, houses, children, you name it are all going to be big issues when you change scenery. You can't continue your life as normal when you get into a long distance relationship. That's a given.

However, the biggest issue comes with trust. Do you really know that person beyond the information you have on computer? Probably not. When it's local you can find out everything you need to know about that person relatively quickly. While you can verify identity on-line, I don't believe you can truly verify character that way. You find out about people through their daily interactions and that's impossible to monitor from a distance.

I acknowledge that every new relationship is a roll of the dice. For the record I know people with Chinese and Russian brides who have made it work. I tip my hat to them and wish them continued happiness. Most on-line relationship don't end that way, however, which is why I keep looking for someone local.

I read an entry this morning from a Domme in Canada who also happens to design most of her own BDSM items and sex toys. She's a do-it-yourself type who has too often been disappointed in things that she's bought online or in adult novelty shops. In her case, she's made her own restraints, floggers, St Andrews cross, spanking bench, dozens of kinky costumes, and her own strapon harness.

It was her deion of the harness that caught my attention. She built it with a "what's in it for me?" attitude. In a nutshell, she wasn't a big fan of pegging her slave because not enough was happening on her end. She felt like she was doing it more for her partner's pleasure than her own and decided to flip the with a design better suited for her comfort and enjoyment. She swears she gets off every time when she uses her harness with the toys of her choosing, and usually it only takes a few minutes.

The harness uses no belts or buckles. She has taken a pair of tight fitting low rise briefs, opened a space in front, and sewn a large O-ring in the middle. She's also sewn a tiny padded compartment on the inside just large enough to hold a mini-vibe strategically placed to hit her clit with every thrust. It can be used with dildos with a flared base or a share toy.

The harness takes about as much time to slip on as putting on a pair of underwear. That in itself is a big deal when you want to seize the moment. It's a custom fit with nothing to adjust other than slipping in the sex toys of her choice. She designed the harness so that every thrust would stimulate her. The harder the thrust, the more stimulation. The harness rewards the wearer when she fucks him hard and fast because of the placement of the mini vibe. She also prefers to use bigger, thicker, heavier dildos because the extra weight add pressure on her end as she thrusts.

It's interesting to note that her slave isn't crazy about the harness. Why? Because she cums too fast, and the harness doesn't work as well with smaller dildos. He doesn't like it because HE doesn't get as much pleasure (chuckling).

It sounds like she had this in mind when she built the thing.

I'm done with my ranting for the day. I did the unfriend and block thing, and chalked it all up to a bad experience. I'm less angry at her and more angry with myself for being duped. Then again, in the on-line dating world you have to take chance. Sometimes you're the dog and sometimes you're the fire hydrant.

It's been six days and I haven't heard a damn thing from her. She promised an email Tuesday, and I've written her twice since then as well as called and left a message without a response. It's been nearly a month since I met her, and I've had a grand total of about two hours of face time with her. I feel like a real idiot. Men don't have a monopoly on flakiness. There are women flakes out there, too, and I think I have just wasted time and money on one.

It's hard not to take this personally. Was it something I said? Something I didn't say? Did she think I wasn't attractive? Why the hell was she gung-ho online and then cool and distant once we met in person? A little bit of aloofness is fine for a Mistress, but to be completely ignored isn't what I'm looking for.

...and the things she told me she was going to do to me. I've read our chat trans over and over. It's all bullshit. You can't dominate someone by telekinesis. I'm not a "do me" submissive, and I don't top from the bottom. What I do need is a real human being, not fucking jerkoff chat dialogue. The sad part is that I think with time together we could have developed a great D/s chemistry.

So what if she were to call today? Not interested. The best predictor of the future is what was experienced in the past. She's going to be busy, she's going to be gone, and it's hard to imagine that I will ever be a priority.

The bottom line is that she's not here, and she doesn't care enough about me to take five minutes and call or write a quick email. I don't care if you're the damn president of the United States, you can take a couple of minutes out of your schedule during the week to communicate.

So anyway, it's back to square one. Back to the personal ads, profiles, and kinky websites to try to find a needle in a haystack in a field of haystacks. Breathe...

It’s interesting to me to read the profiles of the dominant females on this site. While there are a lot of similarities between the professional dominatrices, the lifestyle Femdoms have many different takes on the lifestyle. Generally speaking, matching fetishes are a small part of finding the right submissive. The dominant female of today sees a bigger picture, and most have a unique vision of exactly what they are looking for.

There are women who want to be dominant in the bedroom but nowhere else. They want an Alpha male who is strong in his work, but submits behind closed doors. The female led relationship is kept secret to the outside world, but when daddy comes home he must assume a submissive demeanor to his dominant partner. There are variations of this, but the common theme is that the male has a successful, powerful career that lies in contrast to what life is like at home. It is this contrast between what the outside world sees with the role reversal at home that many couples find so alluring. In most of these relationships the submale also acts in a sexual capacity but under her direction.

Then there are dominant females who seek a compartmentalized relationship of one kind or another. Perhaps she already has a husband, but hubby isn’t into kink or submission. She might have a great sex life, but she has the need to dominate. She needs an outlet for her dominant desires, so she seeks out a submissive to fulfill those needs. Or that could be flipped. Hubby is submissive, but she needs a strong Alpha lover to satisfy her sexually. She might love her husband in every way except one, so she cucks him.

Then there are women who don’t care what the world thinks who seek a 24/7, 365 Mistress/slave relationship without hiding appearances. Whether it’s at home or in public view, the D/s relationship is always there. To me, this would be the most difficult yet the most fulfilling kind of scenario. Unfortunately, many women who would love this kind of a life can’t live it because of real world commitments such as children, friends, and career.

I read a tidbit this morning about a Domme who transformed her husband into her ideal sissy slave. I don't have a lot of interest in cross-dressing, but I found it very interesting reading coming from the perspective of a dominant female. The cool thing is she wrote the whole plan out step by step: week 1, week 2, etc...for other Mistresses who might find it beneficial.

She confessed that she hadn't been attracted to her husband for several years because he had put on weight and lived an unhealthy lifestyle. Rich foods, heavy smoker, heavy drinker, and zero exercise had made him physically undesireable to her. She loved her husband but was concerned about his high blood pressure, diabetes, and sleep apnea. Worse yet, he didn't seem to care about his own health let alone his physical appearance. She decided it was time to assume the throne and make changes that would help both of them. They had played D/s games before and she knew he loved being submissive to her in the bedroom. He especially enjoyed wearing women's undergarments, although he looked ridiculous in them. She decided that would serve as a strong motivator to him for what she had planned.

I'm going to go over all 16 weeks of what she put him through, but I'll summarize the process. First came the heart-to-heart talk about her becoming his Mistress and him becoming her slave. Once he agreed then she described to him her vision of an ideal sissy slave. She showed him pictures on the internet of slim, toned, chaste cross-dressers that she found attractive. Her goal (which became their goal) was to get him into that kind of shape.

She stresses that the key to keeping him on the straight and narrow during the transformation was keeping his penis locked in chastity. Rewards could be given, but they had to be tangible on the scale. Punishment was also given when results were poor. Needless to say, this helped accelerate the weight loss. In a nutshell, her plan had all the components of a regular weight loss program. Diet, exercise, no alcohol, no cigarettes, no sweets, etc...but the one thing that was different was the D/s element.

Bottom line is that he lost 55 lbs in four months and she states that he does look sexy to her again. What a great way to get in shape!

I read an interesting tidbit this morning from a Mistress who has developed an intricate system as a way for her slave to earn time out of his chastity cage. While this may seem tedious to some people, she loves the way it holds the slave accountable. He has to work hard and sacrifice constantly for her

In a nutshell, she has created a system which assigns points to tasks. He earns points for domestic chores such as scrubbing floors, yard work, cleaning her car, shopping for groceries, making her meals, etc...He earns points for buying her gifts; the bigger the gift the more points. He also can earn points if his Mistress is in the mood to play. If he can bring his Mistress to an orgasm with his fingers or tongue he receives points. He receives points for finding and scheduling bulls that are to her liking. There are also "painful points" available which are high value, but difficult to endure. For every 30 strokes with a cane the slave can earn one point. There are also points for CBT endurance, nipple torment, and anal stretching as well.

It is up to the slave to record the points earned during the day. At the end of the day, he shows the chart to his Mistress and she approves it...or not. When he reaches 100 points he earns an orgasm in a way of her choosing. She always requires him to consume is own cum (which gives him one point to start the new chart) before locking him back up in his chastity device. Then the old chart is discarded and new one takes its place.

She says that in general her slave earns about 10 points a day. On days he records less then 8 points he receives a punishment for which there are no points given. There are also penalties for mistakes which can result in the loss of points, punishment, or both.

The slave's productivity has greatly increased since she went to the point system. He gets up early to earn points and goes to bed later for the same reason. The house and car are always spotless. He has become an excellent cook because he knows anything that he serves his Mistress that isn't outstanding will not earn points. He budgets his money better, so that every extra dollar is spent on his Mistress. He searches more aggressively and frequently for bulls who will bring his Mistress pleasure.

I have to admit that I am curious about living under a system like this. It's a great way to keep the slave on the straight and narrow, and keep him focused at all times on her happiness.

Over the years I've met some really cool people in the fetish world. Like any subculture, after a while you see a lot of the same people over and over and in the process get to know them. Most of the kinksters I know are very successful people: lawyers, politicians, business owners, teachers, corporate types, etc...Nearly all of them are in the closet for obvious reasons. Some of them could lose their jobs or worse if pictures of their fetish play ever came to light.

At the munches and play parties I've been to, everybody uses an alias yet most feel comfortable exchanging email and cell phone information. Before I retired, I'd receive calls at work and would have to tread lightly around my subordinates. It's really uncomfortable when one person can speak freely and another is in a formal work situation. A conversation might go something like this:

Mistress: Is this slave david, the bitch I whipped silly last night at the party?

me: Yes, Ma'am, this is david. How can I help you?

Mistress: Is your ass burning? Are you wearing the panties I gave you?

me: Yes, it's been really warm here today. I took your advice and dressed light.

Mistress: Good boy. You can go back to work now, but I want you thinking about Me fucking your tight ass with my strapon.

me: I certainly will be reflecting on this conversation, and look forward to seeing you at your earliest convenience.

Coming up with vanilla responses isn't that hard, but when you are at work keeping a calm demeanor and a straight face isn't very easy. Yet I always wondered how many of the people around me also had secrets like mine. I had a very attractive administrative assistant who seemed to always take Fridays off. Turns out she was seen at motel rooms with men who weren't her husband. Another guy I worked with got fired for looking at gay porn on his computer. He's in jail now for trying to solicit a minor. And yet another lady I knew at the office liked to spend her weekends with her husband at swingers clubs.

...and these are just three people I know about. What about all the other people I'd come in contact with on a given day?

I read an interesting message on a Femdom chat board this morning that judging from the number of responses is very common problem for Mistresses. Basically the Domme was asking advice about the best way to deal with a disobedient slave who would not follow her directives.

My first thought was what she was doing with a guy who claims to be a slave, but won't follow commands. Indeed a lot of the responses on the message board were of the "dump him" variety, but I have a different take on it. Part of being dominant is the ability to seize control and not relinquish it. Males are often submissive only when it meets their fantasy, and like wild horses need to be broken in order to become good slave material.

What I am about to write is not recommended for casual D/s play or for professional Dommes for that matter that are in the business of fulfilling fantasies for money. These steps are a template for a Domme who is certain she's found her long-term (lifetime?) slave and is willing to go the distance to insure that he will always be submissive and obedient. This might sound extreme or manipulative, but for a Domme who is ready to ascend the throne and become a real owner of a slave, these steps will achieve the goal and the beauty of it all is that will take less than a week. You will need a chastity device, a realistic looking black dildo, bra and panties in his size, a camera, and the brightest red lipstick you can find.

It starts with a chastity device and sexual denial, and make it clear to him that if he doesn't agree to wear it there will be no pussy or blowjobs in his future. The device is essential in order to build desire in the slave, and it won't take more than a few days before he's begging you for release. By day four or five, he'll be willing to do things he wouldn't do before. Make him watch porn dealing with Femdom themes of your choosing. Humiliation videos are especially effective for building an association in the slave's mind. This will make the steps after this even easier as he becomes more pliant and willing to humble himself for you. Tease him mercilessly, but he's not allowed to touch you. Your mood early should be playful.

During the days when his lust is building, you need to know EVERYTHING about his background. Mom, dad, sistersrs, brothers, cousins, where he works, who his boss is, his closest friends, the clergyman at his church, old girlfriends or spouses, who he plays golf with, etc... Research all means of communication with them such as phone numbers, addresses, email, and so on. Keep all information you find confidential but easily accessible. You'll probably never need to use it, but the threat of exposure has to be real.

Now it starts to get interesting. Your future slave is delirious with desire now, and you're going to give him an opportunity to earn a temporary release from his cage. Start with a few simple tests to see if he's ready. Instruct him to remove all of his clothes and get on his knees with his head bowed, or on all fours with his ass up head down. Produce a dildo and have him suck it. Hand him a pair of panties and a bra and see if he'll wear them. If he fails in any of these directives end the session immediately, although it is highly unlikely he will refuse you anything in his condition.

Produce the red lipstick and coat his lips thoroughly. It doesn't have to be a professional makeup job, in fact the effect will be just as good if it is applied to his face sloppily. This is very important. No matter how he looks, tell him he looks hot dressed up like a little slut. In fact, he looks so good you want to take some pictures of him. Believe me, he'll be so filled with lust that he won't put it all together. At this point you're having fun, and he should believe that it is just consenting adults having fun.

Take lots of pictures of him in every compromising position you can imagine. Make sure you get lot's of close-up pictures of his face sucking the black cock. Use the lipstick again to write something humiliating on his ass and have him look back at the camera when you take a pic. With one hand hold the camera, and take a picture of you holding the dildo as though you're ready to shove it up his ass. You can release him from his cage now, and allow him the orgasm you promised, but make it an opportunity for a picture also. Have him jack off with dildo in his mouth. Smear his cum on his face and take a few pictures of that as well. Have him shower and immediately put his chastity device back on.

You'll need a day or two after the session to get your act together. There is nothing that men fear more than having their submissive desires exposed to their friends and families. Some also fear that they could lose their jobs if scandalous material about them was released. Very few male slaves "come out" and they'll do anything to keep their secrets private. Download the pictures on a secure site that you have locked down to the general public. You will need to tell the password to your closest friend or person you trust the most to keep secrets.

Once you have all this done, meet with your slave. Your mood should be serious and businesslike. Show him all the pictures, and then produce the list of addresses, phone numbers, and emails. Tell him that you also have a friend who will release the pictures if anything happens to your Mistress. He might be pissed at first, but once he sees that you hold all the cards he'll have no choice but to do your bidding now and always.

Why do this? Because it's best for both of you. Deep down it's what he wants also, but doesn't have the courage to go through with it for one reason or another. As Mistress you will shape him to be a slave in your image, and disobedience and rebellion will be a thing of the past.

I blocked my first person here. Xenophobia and racism will not be tolerated.

Let's face it, don't you feel better about getting on board an airplane that has a pilot with a gray head of hair like he's been doing the job for a long time? How different would you feel about the pilot being young and only a few weeks removed from his internship? You probably still would get on that plane but you'd be a lot more nervous about the guy's lack of flight time. Experience matters in most professions.

Here's my point. For a dominatrix, training and experience are especially important not only for the enjoyment of the client, but also for his/her safety. I cringe when I see an ad or a profile from a barely legal 18 year-old woman claiming to be a pro Domme. It's one thing to dress up in Femdom attire and wield a whip in a photo. It's entirely different knowing how to use it effectively and safely. Scheduling a session with someone this young is the equivalent of taking your car to a jr. high shop class for a brake job. Not smart and not safe.

I'm not suggesting that young women shouldn't explore this vocation, but there's a lot more to it than just smacking around a dude for $300 a session. The best dominatricies I know are lifers and live and breathe their work. They have good equipment, they read extensively, most have had a mentor at one time or another, and some even attend professional conferences. They've built their clientele over time and are selective about who they will see. They consult with their clients, they have a good grasp of submissive psychology, and the first time they see a client they take it slow. Above all, they NEVER have sex with their clients and they maintain their confidentiality and trust.

So what does age have to do with experience? A lot. I suppose if someone started very young and aligned herself with a good mentor for a few years, maybe I'd trust a dominatrix in her early twenties....but those are rare cases. For the most part young dominatricies are financially motivated, and do what they do for cash. For me, that's a huge turnoff. I have to know that she enjoys her work for it to be pleasurable for me. The money part is ancillary, a tribute of respect and appreciation if you will. It's a way of saying "thank you" for a job well done.

The internet has made it relatively easy to research the background of a dominatrix. Any credible dominatrix is going to have a website or at least a detailed profile page on a dating site. Some advertise on craigslist, and I've found most to be legitimate; however, it takes monitoring to be sure you're not just hiring a hooker with a whip. The real Dommes don't suddenly pop up on an ad and then go away. They're constantly updating their photos and information. For me a red flag is when the pictures don't show a face. That means the poster is concerned about family or friends finding out. For the most part pros don't hide from who the are. The best ones are well reviewed, and some include those reviews on their websites. The problem is that most men (sub or Dom) are visually stimulated, and that's why so many don't do their homework. They see a picture and book a session without doing their due diligence and doing some background checking.

...and the best dominatracies are going to check you out, too. Be prepared to show an ID and submit to an internet search. Some require identity verification via webcam. They want to avoid creeps just like you want to avoid a crazy bitch who's going to put you in the hospital. Quid pro quo.

I'm sharing these thoughts because I have seen many dominatrices in my life. I've had some amazing experiences, and I've also had my share of fiascos. The worst one was when I naively let myself to be tied up in a hotel room, and then the so-called Domme took my wallet and left me there to struggle for the next three hours trying to free myself. She was about 19 and when she arrived the first thing I noticed was that she didn't look like her picture. When I finally was able to free myself, I went to check her ad to see if I could get my ID and credit cards back, but of course the ad had been immediately taken down. You live, you learn.

So let's cut to the chase. For submissive men seeking the services of dominatrix, look for the signs of professionalism and experience rather than the hot photo. Do your due diligence and don't be in a hurry to book a session.

For young aspiring dominatrices give the profession the respect that it deserves. Find an experienced Domme that you respect who can train and mentor you in the BDSM arts. The sooner you know what you are doing, the sooner you'll gain credibility. Like most professions, the money will come as your experience and professional reputation grows.

I wrote another Femdom story. I hope you enjoy it.
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“I’m just about finished,” she whispered in his ear as she examined her work from behind him.

He was relieved to hear that because it had been a long day. It started late in the morning, when she instructed him to remove every hair from his body except for his head and eyebrows which she would trim for him later. He shaved for the better part of an hour and presented himself for inspection, but Mistress Kay ordered him back because he had missed some spots. He would be punished for that later, but for the sake of expediency she decided it was best to finish the job herself. Mistress Kay enjoyed situations where her slave was naked and she was clothed. It gave her a rush of power to see her bitch put himself in a vulnerable position.

She pulled the curtain back from the shower which also had a large garden tub bath, and told david get in. She ran about two inches of water in the tub so she could clear the razor of cream and hair from each stroke. He was to face the tiled wall opposite, spread his legs, and bend over and grab his ankles. Indeed he did feel vulnerable and nervous, as heard the sound of her shaking the can and shooting the foam into her hand.

“You did a lousy job on your ass and taint, my little slut. I’m very disappointed that you would present yourself this way to me when I gave specific instructions for you to shave yourself clean. Now I have to spend my time doing something you should have done for yourself. Normally I would tear your ass up with my cane as punishment, but I need you unmarked right now so your punishment will take a different form. Make no mistake, it will be every bit as painful, but I also have other plans for you today.”

He didn’t like the way that sounded. He knew better than to object or even ask a question about what his punishment would be. He was already shaking slightly, and Mistress Kay barked at him to hold still. She smeared the shaving cream between his ass checks all the way down to his balls, and then she moved the razor quickly over the areas that david had missed. When she was finished shaving him she wiped the leftover foam from his ass with a wash-clothe then grabbed his ass checks with both hands and spread them wide. She giggled to herself admiring the hairless naked ass of her slave.

“Damn, I am good. Now that’s the way a slave’s butt should look all the time. That ass is just begging to be fucked. Stand up and turn around with your arms at your sides.”

She had let him out of his chastity device so that he could shave his cock. She didn’t like the idea of giving him that kind of freedom, and when he turned around and she saw david’s erection her giggles turned into disgust.

“You know that’s against the rules. There is nothing I hate more than seeing your little hard-on. Don’t you have any self-control? And don’t get the wrong idea about my opinion of the male genitalia. I love a big cock when it’s attached to a real man. Yours, however, is a pathetic joke. Make it go away…now!”

There was no real chance that after three-weeks in chastity david could think the erection away, especially after the erotic way his Mistress had shaved his ass. He ran some cold water and splashed it around his groin, but it had the opposite effect and he grew even harder. Mistress Kay didn’t want to leave any marks on his cock, so she went to the kitchen and returned with a bucket of ice water and a camera to take some pictures. She placed the bucket on the floor of the large tub. She snapped a full body picture of david standing at attention, so that she would have a “before” and “after” picture she could post on her internet site. She had thousands of follows, so she knew she had to make it good.

“Meet your new girlfriend. Give it a good fucking, david. Fuck it missionary so you don’t spill too much. I’ll tell you when you can stop.”

At that moment the reality of david’s unsatisfactory penis really hit him. He stared at the ice bucket for just a second and wished he had a bigger cock so that he could please his Mistress. He sighed and dropped over the bucket in a push-up position. As he dipped his penis into the ice cold water, he groaned and felt his body quiver as he tried to hold his balance.

Mistress Kay had the camera set on video now, and was once again in a good mood as she laughed at his predicament. He done about ten push-ups over the ice bucket and his dick was slowly deflating as she had intended. However, it wasn’t going down as quickly as she wanted. She decided to speed up the process.

“I want you to dip your cock as far as it will go and hold it until I say you’ve had enough.”

He did as instructed and it wasn’t long until his arms started to feel weak and he could no longer balance himself above the bucket. She told him stop and stand at attention again while she videoed his condition. His five-inch erect cock was now replaced with a three-inch limp dick, and she considered slapping the device right back on him. However, she decided to take it a step further so that he would be further humiliated in the video. She kept the camera on him with one hand while she reached into the bucket and grabbed a handful of ice.

“Put your cock directly on the ice in my hand, but no thrusting.”

He moved slowly toward her and the temperature of his dick continued to plummet. As each handful of ice melted, she reached into the bucket and replaced it with another. The shaft was now more than just limp, it had shriveled to less than two inches. In an attempt to make it even smaller she pushed a single cube directly on the head of his penis and pushed it toward his body. When the final cube melted he was sporting one-inch of shriveled skin where there was once a five-inch penis. He looked freakish, because his balls had swollen in the process. Mistress Kay handed the camera to david and told him train it on his cock.

The chastity device was on the bathroom counter, and she retrieved it demonstrating to her fans how to lock up a penis in 15 seconds. His cock was numb from the prolonged exposure to the ice, so it was easy for her to handle the dick without having to worry about an erection. She took the camera back from him and continued the video for a few seconds longer. She again ordered him to turn around, grab his ankles, and spread his ass cheeks for a good view. Mistress Kay had one final statement before signing off.

“This slave will never fuck a woman with his pathetic penis again. I can only imagine the disappointment he must have caused women who slept with him before he became my slave. To the ladies, if you know a man like this don’t allow them to convince themselves that they’re something they’re not. You can marry them, but don’t ever let them fuck you. To the men, that is the REAL men watching this. You know what a bitch like this is used for. If you have at least eight inches and a real desire to fuck my slave hard in the ass, then message me and we’ll make it happen.”

Mistress Kay turned off the camera and took a few final “after pictures”. All of it would appear on the internet in a few hours, and her message box would be full of request from well hung men who wanted to take her up on her offer and give david the hard drilling that he deserved. Now completely shaven and with a frozen dick, she commanded david to dry off and go to the bedroom and stand in front of the mirror. She knew the repeated daily humiliation was affecting him psychologically and she liked the results. It had gone far beyond mere fetish play and simple embarrassment. She was reprogramming him and forcing him to embrace his inferiority.

As he stared at himself in the mirror he wondered why women had never told him the things that Mistress Kay had. She picked up that he was deep in thought, and commanded him to speak exactly what was on his mind. He spoke in short sentences as though in a trance.

“I AM pathetic. I don’t deserve to have sex with women. My cock is useless. I’m a poor example of manhood. My only redeeming quality is that I serve you. You’ve been the only person in my life who has told me the truth. I am forever grateful, Mistress.”

Mistress Kay suppressed a smile, and didn’t want him to see that she was pleased with him. She dressed him quickly in nothing but sweatpants, a t-shirt, and flip flops. She had one final emasculating thing to do to him and then the day’s humiliation would be complete. She grabbed a small duffle bag and the car keys, and then blindfolded david so he wouldn’t know where they were going. When they arrived at the destination, Mistress Kay led david to a door and knocked. When the door opened, he heard an unfamiliar deep male voice.

“Hi Kay, it’s good to see you. I guess this must be david. Everything’s ready, come on in.”

Once inside Mistress Kay removed the blindfold from david’s head. He saw that the source of the unfamiliar voice was a tall, muscular guy that he had never seen before. He was instantly jealous, but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He introduced himself as Jack, and gave Mistress Kay and david a quick tour of the house that concluded in the garage which he had converted into a workout space. In the corner was a tanning bed. Mistress Kay cut to the chase.

“Strip david, and show Jack why I need his services today.”

He hesitated a moment, but speeded up when he saw that his Mistress was in no mood to play…not with him anyway. He took off his shoes, shirt, and sweatpants and Mistress Kay made him kneel nude in front of Jack.

“I totally get it, Kay. There is no way a guy like this belongs in the same bed as you. Look up at me, boy. Let me show you what your Mistress is about to get.”

Jack unzipped his pants and pulled out what david always wished he had. It wasn’t just that it was uncommonly long, but oversized in thickness as well. Jack grabbed his cock by the base with one hand, and david’s hair with the other. He proceeded to cock slap david while Mistress Kay stood over him with her arms crossed watching her bull assert his own dominance over her slave.

“You don’t get to suck it, slave. That’s my pleasure today. Maybe next time I’ll let you, because you and I are going to be coming over here several times a week from now on.”

Jack let go of david’s hair and stuffed his cock back in his pants. He’d made his point. Mistress Kay pointed at the tanning bed, and a confused look came across david’s face.

Mistress Kay reached in her bag and pulled out a series of stickers and letters and told david to stand up so that she could put them on him. She held his head still while she spelled out “TINY” with stickers on one side of his face, and “COCK” on the other. On his forehead she attached stickers that spelled out “CUCKOLD”. On his neck she spelled out an advertisement of sorts, “BLOW U 4 FREE”. On one ball she spelled out “KICK” and the other “ME”. She smiled as she wrote “4 BIG COCKS ONLY” on his ass with stickers. And so it went until there were messages and symbols hanging all over his body. Even Master Jack added one on his back, “KICK MY ASS”.

Mistress Kay and Jack helped david into the tanning bed and made sure all the stickers were secure as well as giving him goggles to protect his eyes. She also instructed him to remove the stickers when the tanning session was over and place them in a baggie for reuse later. Master Jack set the timer on 30 minutes and told david to remain still in the bed. He looked at david for a moment with pity, and turned to Mistress Kay.

“You do realize that if he goes on a frequent tanning program over a long period of time the words will be permanent. The base tan is always going to be darker than the protected areas.”

“Of course I know that. That’s exactly the point. I’ve been working on totally eliminating his ego, emasculating him, and tying any little bit self-esteem he has left directly to my pleasure. This bitch has lived his life pretending he’s something that he’s not…that is to say, a strong man. He’s gotten far too much respect in the real world, but those days are over. The words are the truth and they need to be visible for the rest of his life. Push the damn button, Jack.”

Jack started the tanning bed, and david felt the burst of light that would change the pigment of his skin. He wondered how he was going to face family and friends. He already had a few people recognize him from the internet pictures and videos that Mistress Kay was posting. He had resigned from his job at work for this reason, and he knew it was doubtful he would be able to get another job with his new tan lines. He heard the garage entrance door slam as the two lovers left him in a virtual coffin. While the lights tanned the flesh around the stickers, he thought about what it would be like to be in Jack’s place and never did he feel quite so inadequate.

30 minutes passed quickly and when the light went off, he climbed out of the bed and began removing the stickers as he was instructed. He was a little pale when he entered the bed, but his body was now mostly red from the first session with the exception of the white areas covered by the stickers. It was a slight burn that would turn into a dark tan as his skin became acclimated. One by one he removed the stickers, and he was horrified at the clarity of how easily they could be read. There was no mirror in the garage so he didn’t know how his face had turned out. He kneeled naked with palms up and head bowed in the middle of the garage waiting for his Mistress to return.

He waited for a long time, and figured that they must really be having a good time. When the door finally opened, both of them were laughing and kissing. He glanced up at Jack with envy and wondered how many times he made her cum. Everyone stood in silence in the garage for a moment. Jack was the first to speak.

“You better be careful where you go, dude. I know guys that would punch your face for going out in public like that. You might even get arrested for public lewdness.”

Mistress Kay actually only had one orgasm, and while she loved the feeling of Jack’s trophy cock hitting places inside her that few men could go, it was her sadistic feelings for david that made it intense. When she came she was thinking about things she was going to do to david to humiliate him even further once the words were visible on his body. She turned to Jack.

“You were fantastic, Lover. Leave us alone for a minute, would you please?”

When he was gone, she gave her slave a thorough inspection and made a pronouncement.

“I love it. Wait until you see yourself in the mirror. This is a real life changer. I haven’t forgotten about the punishment I owe you for your incompetence this morning, but right now you deserve a reward.”

She walked slowly to her kneeling slave, lifted her skirt and kicked off her panties. She pushed david’s head into her pussy and ground her hips in his face. She had trained him to service her with expert cunnilingus, and so he set about the task of pleasing her the only way he was capable of. She positioned his mouth under her so that he would catch the flow of Jack’s cum and consume it along with her juices. He didn’t like the smell or taste that Jack left behind, so he focused on the taste of his Mistress and licked and sucked her passionately until there was no sperm left inside her. She moved his head higher so his mouth was now at the level of her clit. She liked it to be sucked hard, and david complied with enthusiasm. She came in a few seconds and then pushed him away.

“Get dressed. We’re going home now. Tomorrow I’m taking you out in public to try out your new look, but right now your punishment awaits you. I’ve decided it will be 30 minutes up the ass with my biggest dildo on the fucking machine. Oh, and I’m setting it on the highest speed. Your hole will be sore enough that the next time I order you to shave, you’ll do a perfect job.”

Her cell rang and she answered it. It was one of her closest friends, Angie, who was a fellow Domme and long-time accomplice going back to their college days. As they spoke david knew he was in for than just the punishment at home. He listened as they made plans for the evening.

“Yes, Angie, you’re not going to believe what I’ve done to david. You’ve got to see it for yourself. Do you feel like going out?.... Great, where? …. No, that place is too dark…..Yes, that place is perfect. I’ll meet you there at 8:00. Bye.”

She hung up, and glanced at david who looked at her with pleading eyes, but Mistress Kay rarely showed mercy. It was a long day and it was about to become a long night for david.

“After your punishment is completed, we going to meet Angie at “The Round-up Saloon”. It’s a gay bar with a very lax dress code. By the end of the evening I’ll be parading you around in a red g-string. Angie tells me the gay tops outnumber the bottoms two to one. You’re going attract a lot of attention. I like the idea of you sucking random cocks at a gay bar. It really goes better with your new image.”

She had a broad smile during the entire trek home, as she thought about how much she enjoyed her life and wondered why more women don’t ascend the throne. Her slave was obedient, loyal and would do anything for her. He satisfied her sadistic urges and never once complained. And then there was Jack with the beautiful body and the one-in-a-million cock. She hand picked him as her perfect sex partner. Indeed life couldn’t be much better.

Heterosexual, bisexual, homosexual, pansexual, bi-curious, polyamorous, polysexual, asexual, anti-sexual, pomosexual....it goes on. However, what would you call an orientation where a person's sexual choices are made by someone else? Pomosexual?

I must confess that I love reading the profiles here which is why I'm still a member. I'm not talking about just the Dommes either. Reading about people's interests and kinks is an affirmation of exactly how different every human being is, and that interests the hell out me. For me it's easy to distinguish between the fakes and the sincere profiles, although I think some women are naturally more trusting and tend to give the wankers more time than they deserve. Sometimes I come across a profile that is so amazing it makes me want to write them just to tip my hat. Like any dating site, Collarspace has its issues; however, one thing for sure is that whenever I log-in there is something entertaining to read.

I watched three episodes of "Catfish: the TV Show" last night, but will probably not watch it again. It hit too close to home, and had me thinking about people I have met on-line who are not what they say they are. My experiences have run the gamut of everything bad imaginable. I met a woman on-line claiming to be single and the next day her husband is calling me at work threatening to kill me. I met a T.S. over coffee who didn't find it important to mention what she/he had between her/his legs. I drove to Oklahoma once to meet a woman who was 100 pounds heavier than her profile picture. A similar experience happened when I met a lady claiming to be 35 years old who was obviously much, much older. I had my wallet stolen in a hotel room by an armed scam artist I met right here on Collarspace. I'm sure there are others I'm forgetting, but you get the point.

Hopefully, these experiences have made me wiser, but at the same time the reason I'm here is to find a dominant female partner. At some point, there is always risk involved but I've gotten better about screening my messages and checking backgrounds before agreeing to meet. I figure that in the early stages at least, it's quid pro quo. I don't believe that asking for identity verification is topping from the bottom. Once I know who you are, I can let my guard down. However, the bad news is that the fakes far outnumber those that are sincere (Yes, men aren't the only ones with ulterior motives). Men get one word messages, falsified profiles, scam bullshit, etc... just like the ladies do.

I bumped into a femdom hypnosis video that blew me away this morning. It was really more of a demonstration of the power of suggestion than simply an erotic session. Basically what She did was to plant an idea in his head without him knowing that it was Her idea. I wonder what it would be like to undergo a long-term hypnosis program under the guidance of a qualified Mistress like that. Could bad habits be eliminated? Is it possible to expand hard limits this way? It seems like this would be the right pathway to move from simple submission to actual slavery. I'm definitely interested in learning more.

Authenticity is a hell of a turn-on for me. A Domme who takes the time to record an audio or visual message separates herself from the pack. Yes, I know there are fakes and scammers who use these devices, also, but I believe it's much easier to distinguish those that are sincere from those who are not. Case in point, this morning I listened to an audio message from a dominant female seeking a cuckold slave that was so honest in made me want to hop on a plane and fly to Europe to apply immediately. She didn't try to alter her voice to try to make herself sound sexy. She spoke more like a teacher delivering instructions for a student's homework, and what She is looking for is very close to what I am looking for. Why does She have to live so far away? Without giving her identity away, the message went something like this:

"I am seeking a full-time cuckold, sissy slave to marry. You will not have any other commitments in your life other than serving my needs. You will quit your job, end all other ties in your life, and locate to me immediately. Your primary duties will be cooking, cleaning, yard work, pool cleaning, chauffeuring, and any other domestic duties as I see fit. Everything you own will be legally transferred to me. You will be entirely dependent on me for all of your basic needs. You will receive a collar and tattoo signifying you belong to me. When performing chores indoors you will be dressed in feminine attire, but I don't want the neighbors seeing you like that when you are working outside. You will never have sex with me....ever, and you'll have no say in my sex life. Expect to be in chastity always unless I decide to reward you. If you're not bisexual now, that will change. You will never top, always bottom with whoever I decide. I am very strict and expect complete obedience at all times. I punish hard and often usually in humiliating ways. This isn't a fantasy to me, so don't waste my time unless you are immediately ready to live a life of complete servitude. If interested there is a detailed questionnaire you will fill out first which also will include all of your personal information."

He stared at the clock in kitchen watching the second hand revolve and thinking about the importance of every second. Mistress was sleeping soundly while david prepared Her breakfast: strawberries, a cheese and mushroom omelet, freshly squeezed orange juice, toast, and coffee. She had trained him to put the food on the table exactly ten minutes after her alarm went off, and the timing could be tricky. Start cooking too early and the hot items would get cold, but start too late and Mistress would have to wait for Her breakfast. Serving a cold breakfast warranted an automatic 30 strokes of the cane. Serving breakfast late meant a stroke with the cane for every second of tardiness. In order to avoid punishment, david had once served Her eggs that were not fully cooked so as not to be late, but he learned the hard way that serving anything burned or uncooked would be punishable by a full body beating with a bullwhip. There was but one wise course of action and that was to serve his Mistress a delicious breakfast precisely on time, but despite his best efforts most of the time breakfast was served a minute early or a minute late.

And so when the alarm went off, david immediately poured the egg mixture into the hot pan and turned on the brewer so Her coffee would be fresh. It was 8:00 a.m. and he knew he would have to hustle to make sure She had a hot, tasty breakfast in front of Her in 10 minutes. He had squeezed the oranges and cleaned the strawberries ahead of time, but Mistress liked her fruit cold so he also had to retrieve those items from the refrigerator at the last possible moment, also.

She appeared from the bedroom about a minute early, and She approached david in the kitchen to check on his progress. He was pouring Her coffee and turned to hand it to Her with his head bowed and softly uttered, “Good morning, Mistress.”

“Good Morning, slave. You seem to be running a little behind this morning. Why isn’t my breakfast on the table?”

He glanced at the clock and saw that he had 40 seconds left. She walked over to the breakfast table and sat down while david hurried to meet the deadline. He was putting the omelet on her plate just as the toast was popping up. He had forgotten to include a few extra seconds to put jelly on the toast, so he knew he would be just a tiny bit late, but moved as fast as he could.

“Ten seconds, slave…nine, eight,…”

He retrieved the orange juice and strawberries from the refrigerator and placed them in front of his Mistress just as she called out, “Time.”

He fumbled with the butter knife applying the jelly to her toast and cut the bread diagonally as She liked. The breakfast was ready, and he moved quickly to the kitchen table and placed it in front of Her. He knew he was only a few seconds tardy, and he also knew the quality of the breakfast he was serving was good. Perhaps She would let it slide? He stood before Her awaiting for permission to begin cleaning the kitchen.

“You are improving, but you’re still 22 seconds late, slave. That’s 22 seconds of my life that you have wasted. Your performance reflects upon me, so I can’t let this go unpunished. Clean the kitchen, and when you are finished bring me the cane.”

The thing that always amazed david about his Mistress was Her relentless follow-through. When said something was going to happen, it happened. The rule was a stroke with the cane for every second and he knew that was exactly what he was going to get. He feared the pain that came from Mistress’s expert application of the cane, but at the same time there was something very comforting about the clarity of her rules and punishments. As he cleaned the kitchen he thought to himself, “22 seconds? That’s not so bad, it’s actually pretty good considering all the things that go into the meal.” Even though he had failed his Mistress by 22 seconds, he could see the progress he was making and in his mind he was already thinking about the next day’s breakfast and how he could shave seconds off the time.

However, Her mind worked much differently. His Mistress took Her slave’s training seriously, and while She took sadistic joy in whipping Her slave, She also saw the greater good of how he was being transformed to Her liking. He would receive his 22 strokes with the cane as promised, but She also felt like his improvement merited a small reward. She thought about releasing him from his chastity device for a few minutes and giving him a ruined orgasm and feeding his cum to him, but quickly dismissed that notion. His focus was good right now and letting him out of his little cage would probably change that. She considered inviting Her favorite bull over that evening and allowing david a small roll in servicing His massive cock and Her hairless pussy, but again that seemed like too much of a reward. Then it came to Her, and She smiled devilishly as the scenario played out in Her mind. Yes, of course, when is a reward, not a reward?

The kitchen was now clean and david knew he couldn’t hide from Her wrath any longer. He retrieved the cane from the bedroom and brought to his Mistress, and assumed the position of punishment as he had been taught. He was bent at the waist with his hands fully extended on the table. She was always the one to unbuckle his pants as it amused Her to yank them to his knees exposing his locked penis and bare ass. She noticed that there were some leftover bruises from the previous day, and decided to target the existing marks in order to make both the pain and bruises last longer. Rarely did She punish Her slave on two consecutive days, but She was feeling extremely sadistic and wanted to make sure he fully earned his “reward”. As per Her instructions, david started with an apology and at the end thanked his Mistress for making him a better slave. He closed his eyes and waited for the cane to fall upon him.

She shortened Her stroke slightly in order to improve accuracy, and as the first stroke met the previous day’s bruise david flinched and bit down on his lower lip. She searched his ass for a new bruise and targeted it, and again david shook from the pain. She reached down and felt two long welts raising upon his bottom and marveled at Her precise technique. By the tenth stroke david’s knees were already buckling and tears were starting to form at the corner of his eyes. He tried to keep from crying, because he knew that tears would make the cane come down harder.

And it did. New bruises were built upon existing ones, and 22 well targeted strokes on david’s tender ass looked like triple that number when She was finished. He remained in the position groaning softly until Mistress gave him new instructions.

“I want my breakfast ON TIME tomorrow, david. Get it right, and we won’t have to go through this again. Pull your pants up, turn around and look at me.”

He did as told, but was surprised that She was allowing eye contact. She only allowed that behavior from a slave for emphasis of a point. He knew She had something very important on Her mind, and as he looked into Her eyes he wondered to himself how such a beautiful woman could be so cruel. At the same time he questioned his own sanity for being in love with such a woman.

“So david, you have been punished for serving my breakfast late, but I have noticed that your service to me is improving. You also will receive a reward later this week.”

She paused and could see david’s face light up. For a moment she actually felt sorry for what She was about to do to him. He looked so helpless and innocent now, and he was so excited about receiving a reward for his efforts. It was the same look he had when he first started serving Her, and it excited Her to be able to play upon his innocence to Her own advantage. She knew the one thing that david desperately wanted more than anything else in the world was to have sex with Her. She was going to plant the idea in his head that this was going to happen and build his hope and anticipation in the coming days. She continued to stare into his eyes as She spoke slowly delivering the message.

“I’ve been very horny lately and my favorite bull is out of town. I really need someone to fuck me all night hard and deep. Are you man enough to give me what I need? Do you want to fuck me, slave?”

His cock was involuntarily struggling in the chastity device trying to become erect. Her soft, sexy voice saying the words he had longed to hear had a powerful effect on him, and if She had continued speaking to him in that manner he likely would have had an orgasm right without any genital contact. But it was about even more than the sex for him. It was about being able to demonstrate both his manhood while at the same time showing Her in a physical way how much he adored Her.

He quickly responded in the affirmative. “Yes, Mistress, I want to make love to you.”

Then Her demeanor changed and She frowned at him. “Making love? Who said anything about making love? I want you to fuck me. I want to feel a massive cock deep inside me. I want to cum hard over and over. That’s what I want from you; a hard, deep, passionate fucking. Do you think you can do that, or do I need to see if one of my other bulls is available on Saturday night?”

He was shocked by several things She said. First, She had never referred to his penis as “massive”. She had worn out the thesaurus calling it ever diminutive, insulting adjective at Her disposal. He wondered why now She would have a sudden change of heart. The other thing that concerned him was that on a purely physical basis he was no match when compared to Her other lovers. The men She selected as bulls all shared similar features: young, tall, athletic, and extremely well hung. He was fearful that his Mistress would be disappointed and deem his sexual performance unworthy. Nevertheless he was going to give it his best shot.

“No, Mistress, You don’t have to call anyone else. I will do my best to please You.”

She was thinking ten steps ahead of Her slave and her mind was already filled with the sordid details of how this would unfold. The bar was set so high for david there was no way that he could be anything but a failure which was exactly what She wanted. Whatever male ego he had left She was about to crush in spectacular fashion. When She would be done with him, he would have feelings of inadequacy that years of psychotherapy couldn’t cure.

“Alright then, slave, you have but one chance and it will come on Saturday, but first you need to know the rules. When you fuck me, I don’t want to be kissed or touched by your fumbling hands. There will nothing in the way of affection between us. As I said before, your focus needs to be on giving me the best fucking I have ever had. Also, I’m the One who is supposed to cum not you, and I expect you to bring me off several times. Do I make myself clear?”

He took a deep breath and nodded, “Yes, Mistress.”

In some ways it didn’t matter to him that he wouldn’t be allowed an orgasm, but not being able to show affection during love making was a tough pill for him to swallow. He did in fact love Her with all of his heart, but if what She needed from him was stud service, he was willing to do that as well. The doubts and insecurities were already creeping into his mind, and Mistress was going to continue to push those buttons hard.

The days preceding Saturday passed slowly for david, and his Mistress didn’t make it easy on him. She was constantly adding pressure by dressing provocatively and reminding him repeatedly how badly She needed to be fucked by a “real man”. She also made him watch hours of pornography which dealt with the themes of men who couldn’t maintain an erection and/or were lousy lovers. She fucked with his mind so much that by the time Saturday rolled around, david’s self-confidence was all but gone. True, he was still in the chastity device and horny as hell, but had been given an opportunity to back out he would have gladly taken it. Still, this was his big chance and he held out hope that She might enjoy having sex with him and make this a regular part of his life.

When Saturday night came, david was filled with many emotions. He was severely lacking in confidence, but excited nonetheless. It was late Saturday afternoon, and Mistress was drinking wine and allowed david to kneel in front of Her and massage Her feet. She was very relaxed, and as would be expected he was very nervous. She gazed down at him and thought to Herself, “it’s time to break him”.

“Get off your knees and go to the bedroom, slave. I will join you there after I finish my wine. I placed a blue pill and a glass of water on the dresser which you will consume. You will remove all of your clothing and remain standing with your nose directly touching the south wall until I get there. I don’t want you looking at me. When I arrive, I will prepare you to fuck me. Go now, and do as I say.”

Prepare? Did that mean She was going to give him a blowjob? His mind raced at the prospect of not only being released from chastity, but also feeling Her warm sweet lips on his cock. How could he keep from exploding instantly, and how disappointed would She be if that happened?

He went to the bedroom, took the pill, stripped naked, and stood at attention as She had instructed. It felt like he had been standing there forever when he finally heard his Mistress opening the door. He could already feel the pill increasing the blood flow to penis and hoped She would release him from his cage soon. She came up behind him and gave his ass a quick squeeze and noticed that his bruises were fading. She resolved that he would get some new ones soon. She ran her fingers up and down his back and sides and smiled as observed his quivering reaction. She glanced down at his cock and smiled seeing it struggle against its confines. Everything was going according to plans.

She left him standing there with his nose to the wall and went to the closet, and david wondered if She was retrieving the key to lock that was on his cage. She procured several items and lay them on the bed. When She was satisfied that She had everything She needed, She asked david if he was ready to fuck Her. In blissful joy david sang out, “Yes, Mistress, oh God yes, thank you, Mistress!”

But when She told him to turn around david’s joy turned to confusion. There on the bed was Her favorite dildo, strapon harness, connecting nipple clamps, and a large vibrating butt plug. He tilted his head trying to comprehend what was about to happen as Mistress savored the moment. As he stood there he began to put the pieces together and was overcome with horror. She let a few moments pass so that he could fully absorb everything, and then She would confirm that as far as She was concerned, his insecurities about his inadequacy were well founded.

“You didn’t really think that you were going to fuck me with your puny little dick, did you david? I mean, come on, really? When I said I needed a massive cock you had to know I wasn’t talking about you. Oh you’re going to get to fuck me alright, but with a dildo strapped around your groin so that you get nothing out of it. No, I shouldn’t say nothing. You’ll have a vibrating plug up your ass and I’ll have the remote control in my hand while you fuck me. When I turn it down it means you fuck me slower, when I turn it up it means you fuck me harder. The nipple clamps are for me to tug on from time to time to get your attention. Remember this is your chance to impress me. If I even get a hint that you’re not giving everything you have, you’ll never get this opportunity again.”

She had sadistic energy running through Her now, and decided to work over his asshole first. She had him grab his ankles and pull his ass cheeks wide apart. She only used a drop of lubrication so that the insertion of the butt plug wouldn’t be too comfortable for him, and shoved the whole thing inside him all at once. Just as quickly she pulled it back out as david struggled to hold on to his ankles. After repeating the process several times she left the plug inside him, and placed the clamps tightly on his nipples. She then sat him on the edge of the bed and helped him into the harness which she cinched tightly around his legs, waist and ass. She adjusted the positioning of the dildo so that it was anatomically correct, but with his cock pointed down in the chastity device, he would get minimal genital stimulation.

She made him stand and stare at himself in the mirror which hung above the dresser while She removed her clothes and got on the bed. She spread Her legs wide and redirected Her slave so that He was now looking at his Mistress’s beautiful body. The remote was in her hand and she started the vibrations inside david on a slow setting.

“Fuck me, slave.”

Her slave had never worn a strapon harness before and he clumsily got on top of her and held the base of the dildo in his right hand. He pushed the head of it inside of Her trying to be gentle, but then realized that Her pussy was well stretched from frequent sex with her bulls and large vibrators that She used when masturbating. The cock was about halfway inside Her when he felt the speed of the vibrating plug in his ass increase. He started to thrust but did not have control of the dildo and it slipped out of Her.

“Worthless, slave. Is that the best you can do? Fuck me hard and fast, damn it!”

She turned the remote to the highest setting and david quickened his pace. He rocked his hips back and forth but he was having trouble with the angles, and could tell She wasn’t going to cum from it. She yanked on his nipple chain hard so that his tits stretched away from his body, and then every once in a while She would let go of the chain and strike his face with Her open hand. Just when he was getting used to the strapon, She sung out, “Stop! Finish me with your mouth.”

He pulled the dildo out of Her and moved his head between Her legs. Pussy eating was something he knew how to do well because his Mistress had taught him; however, the only time he was allowed to lick Her was after She had been with one of Her bulls. He could usually bring Her to an orgasm quickly, but after a few seconds She pushed his head away angrily.

“You are the worst lover in history, david, and you should be ashamed about your lack of sexual ability. I wanted to be fucked by a real man and you fell miles short of my expectations. You don’t deserve to have sex ever, and as long as you’re my slave your dick is as good as retired. The closet thing you’re going to get to sex from here on out is me whoring out your ass which I’m going to be doing quite frequently. I’m doing the world a favor by taking your little dick out of circulation forever. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight, and I hope instead of sleeping you stay awake thinking about what a terrible excuse for a sex partner you are. Get out of my bedroom, slave!”

He left and went to the couch as his Mistress had ordered him. In the bedroom She could hear him crying softly on the living room sofa. She smiled broadly as she thought to Herself, “Mission accomplished.”

I hope you enjoy my new story....

“Good Morning, slave. You seem to be running a little behind this morning. Why isn’t my breakfast on the table?”

“Ten seconds, slave…nine, eight,…”

He retrieved the orange juice and strawberries from the refrigerator and placed them in front of his Mistress just as she called out, “Time.”

“I want my breakfast ON TIME tomorrow, david. Get it right, and we won’t have to go through this again. Pull your pants up, turn around and look at me.”

“So david, you have been punished for serving my breakfast late, but I have noticed that your service to me is improving. You also will receive a reward later this week.”

He quickly responded in the affirmative. “Yes, Mistress, I want to make love to you.”

“No, Mistress, You don’t have to call anyone else. I will do my best to please You.”

He took a deep breath and nodded, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Get off your knees and go to the bedroom, slave. I will join you there after I finish my wine. I placed a Viagra and a glass of water on the dresser which you will consume. You will remove all of your clothing and remain standing with your nose directly touching the south wall until I get there. I don’t want you looking at me. When I arrive, I will prepare you to fuck me. Go now, and do as I say.”

He went to the bedroom, took the pill, stripped naked, and stood at attention as She had instructed. It felt like he had been standing there forever when he finally heard his Mistress opening the door. He could already feel the Viagra increasing the blood flow to penis and hoped She would release him from his cage soon. She came up behind him and gave his ass a quick squeeze and noticed that his bruises were fading. She resolved that he would get some new ones soon. She ran her fingers up and down his back and sides and smiled as observed his quivering reaction. She glanced down at his cock and smiled seeing it struggle against its confines. Everything was going according to plans.

“Fuck me, slave.”

“Worthless, slave. Is that the best you can do? Fuck me hard and fast, damn it!”

This is a fictional story I wrote this morning that I call, "The Divorcee". It seems I have come across several women who got into female domination this way.
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Marcy was deep in thought as she left her lawyer’s office and nearly missed her exit on the freeway. She wasn’t depressed or even slightly saddened about her divorce. She knew it was a mistake for both him and her, and they now both had an opportunity now to live the lives they really wanted. Her former husband was the type of man that many women seem to want, and she realized that her family might not understand why she left him. However, in marriage she discovered how quickly life could become mundane. They went to work, they came home, they had dinner and drinks, and were generally in bed early. Their sex life had gone from once a day, to once a week, to once a month. When she had brought up ideas about spicing up their love life she was met with hard resistance from her mate, and so love making had become dull and obligatory for her. She found herself no longer wanting sex from her husband, and whatever connection they had when they were married was long gone. Some women perhaps could exist in a loveless, sexless marriage; but not Marcy. It was time for her to breakout and take control of her dormant sexuality.

As she pulled into the parking lot of her new apartment she was excited about the possibilities. While she didn’t want to jump into another relationship, she was thinking about how empowered she felt. She could now have a man any time she wanted, and while she didn’t consider herself to be the promiscuous type, she certainly was going to play the field for a while. She smiled to herself as she thought about fulfilling her many fantasies that she had repressed during her years of marriage.

She entered her apartment and went straight to the wine rack. She opened a bottle a poured herself a glass of cabernet, kicked off her shoes, and took a seat by her computer. While she was married, she never intentionally visited adult websites, but now things were different. She would now do what she damn pleased all the time. She wanted to know if there were others out there who shared her kinky fantasies, and more importantly, how to go about meeting someone who shared her interests.

“What is it I’m looking for?” she thought to herself.

She browsed several adult sites, and by the time she had finished her first glass she realized the kinds of images and stories that were turning her on. In the search bar she typed, “female domination”, and the search yielded hundreds of results. One link led to another which led to another. She found herself becoming increasingly aroused from viewing pictures of dominant females with submissive men, especially those pictures where the men were experiencing obvious physical pain on behalf of their Mistress. She felt herself becoming wet as she fantasized about having a slave who would be on his knees ready to serve her in any way and would accept any punishment that she saw fit.

She poured herself a second glass, and retrieved a pen and a pad of sticky notes. As she went through the images, she made a list of things that turned her on: bondage, chastity, corporal punishment, strap-ons, humiliation, cbt… the list kept growing and growing until she had five sticky notes filled with fetishes. Most of her kinks were rooted in female domination; however, she also recognized that she liked a good, hard fucking from time to time, and having intercourse with her slave wasn’t something she was interested in. She had been faithfully monogamous in her marriage, but now considered the benefits of having different kinds of men compartmentalized into different roles in her life. She resolved that she would have a cuckold slave to feed her lust for domination, but also take physically gifted lovers to satisfy her needs sexually.

She found a BDSM dating site that catered to dominant females and submissive males, and she began perusing profiles of potential slaves. There were thousands of submissive men to choose from, so she entered the information she had written down on the sticky pads, along with age, location, and marital status to filter the results. The profile of “david” came to the top.

She looked over his profile and pictures, and read a few of his erotic stories. She was pleased to learn that his fantasies were every bit as depraved as her own, and she was attracted to him physically as well. He was local and available. Above all, he appeared deeply submissive and she could envision herself taking full advantage of him without guilt. Along with being horny, Marcy was getting tipsy and she had no trouble summoning the courage to write him an introductory message.

“I’m a recently divorced dominant female seeking a cuckold slave. Your profile matches what I am looking for. You will clear your schedule and meet me tomorrow for dinner which of course you will be buying. Make reservations at 7:00 pm at the steak and chop house on Lamar in Dallas. You will also bring me a box of assorted chocolates and a dozen red roses. Your homework is to write me one thousand words in your own handwriting on why you would be a good slave for me. Respond to this message no later than noon tomorrow, or else you will be disqualified for consideration. Ms. Marcy.”

Marcy had never spoken to any man in such a commanding fashion, but it thrilled her to do so even if it were only in print. There was a picture of david naked on his hands and knees on his profile, and as she stared at it she thought about all the different things she could do to him. She finished her wine, retreated to the bedroom, and took off her clothes. She looked at herself in the bedroom mirror and saw the reflection of a Goddess staring back at her. She reclined on the bed, opened her legs slightly and masturbated until she had climaxed. She had spent all afternoon and most of the evening on the computer, and the alcohol had taken its toll. Minutes later she was sound asleep.

The next morning Marcy woke up with a slight hangover, and shook her head as she reflected on how she spent her first day as a divorcee. She was sipping on coffee and watched the morning news on television when she remembered and blurted out loud, “Oh my God, I wrote that guy last night!”

She rushed to the computer and was prepared to write an apology for the presumptuous message, but when she entered the website there was a response from david waiting for her. It read as follows:

“Dear Ms. Marcy. I have written the essay as you instructed, and procured the roses and chocolates. I have made dinner reservations, and am excited about meeting you. My cell number and personal information is on the attachment. If you have any additional needs, please don’t hesitate to contact me. david”

In six years of marriage Marcy’s former husband had given her flowers only once, and he never bought her chocolates because he thought they would make her fat. His idea of a fancy dinner was taking her to a sports bar and ordering a plate of nachos. Marcy read david’s email over and over in disbelief wondering if it was real or not. She opened up the attachment and saw his full name, address, and cell phone number.

There had to be a catch. Maybe he was some kind of creep? She Googled him and found several pictures of him in a suit and tie at various civic functions. She compared it to the man pictured at the BDSM site and determined that it was the same person. She closed her eyes for a moment and wondered if she was in over her head and that perhaps the best thing to do would be just back out.

She picked up her cell and dialed david’s number. A friendly voice picked up the phone and greeted her.

“Is this david? This is Marcy, I just want to say…”, she paused for a moment.

Marcy’s first impulse was to say that this had all be a terrible mistake, and to please understand that she had just gotten divorced and had a lot to drink when she wrote the email. However, she held her words.

In a soft deep voice david interjected, “Yes, this is david. Thank you so much for contacting me. I loved your message. It was so forceful and specific. I can’t wait to be in your physical presence.”

Physical presence? Marcy hadn’t sent him a picture of herself, so she wondered how he could be attracted to someone that he’d never seen before. Her message to david was more than forceful. To most people it would be considered both presumptuous and offensive. Yet there was something sincere in david’s voice that made her believe that his words were truthful. Maybe there really are men who enjoy being spoken to like that.

“Yes, david, about dinner tonight…”

“Yes, Ms Marcy, I am at your service.”

She liked the way he addressed her. It was respectful and obedient just like she had fantasized the previous day. She felt a sudden rush of excitement. Wine or no wine Marcy enjoyed the power, and at that moment abandoned all thoughts of backing out. The persona of being Marcy the dutiful apologetic wife disappeared, and her place arose Ms. Marcy, the sadistic cuckolding Domme. As she spoke to him, she felt herself ascending the throne.

“Shut the fuck up, david! Did I say you could speak? Be quiet and don’t interrupt. I’m going to send you my address and I want you to pick me up promptly at 6:00. You will wear a suit and look normal in every way except you will wear a pink necktie as a symbol of your submission to me. I expect to be treated like the Goddess that I am. Doors are to be opened for me, you stand behind me and push in my chair after I am seated at the dinner table, you will speak only when I allow you, and you will take care of my needs before your own. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ms. Marcy.”

She was all in now. Her inner bitch was unleashed upon a man who was born to be abused. She was delighted with how she could say whatever she pleased without so much as a word of disagreement, as it had often been contentious with her previous husband. Marcy was also amazed at how natural it felt to dominate. The words began to flow unfiltered as she gave david a few things to think about.

“You interrupted me on the phone, david, and that’s disrespectful. Whenever I speak, I expect for you to keep your mouth closed and listen attentively to every word I say. You may never disagree with anything, and I will rarely seek your opinion. Here are your instructions for how to redeem yourself in my eyes. Go to your closet and select the thickest, heaviest belt you own and make sure you are wearing it tonight when you pick me up. When you arrive let yourself in, take off your jacket, remove your belt, and hand it to me with your head bowed. I will give you 50 hard lashes with your own belt, and I expect you to be absolutely silent during your punishment. This is how you will show me you can keep your mouth shut. At the end of the 50^th stroke I will allow you the opportunity to apologize, and if I find it acceptable we will go to dinner. Goodbye.”

She hung up on him so as not to allow him a response. She was giggling in ecstasy in anticipation of whipping david’s ass with his own belt. She pictured it in her mind all day, and when 6:00 finally arrived there was a knock on her apartment door. Ms. Marcy unlocked the door but did not turn the knob, so that david would have to let himself in.

He entered with his head bowed shutting the door behind him. He removed his belt and waited silently for her approach. The apartment was dark with the exception of a few strategically placed candles so as to illuminate the location of furniture. She took the belt from david’s hands, and wrapped it around his neck making a makeshift collar and leash which choked him when she tugged at it. She led him to the living room, and positioned him to bend over at the side of the couch draped over one of the armrests. She reached around to unbuckle his trousers and unzip his fly and the pants fell to the ground. She examined his underwear and shook her head.

“This will be the last time you wear men’s underwear. Men’s underwear should be worn by real men. When you get home, throw them all out. You’ll be wearing the panties I select for you from now on.”

She yanked his underwear to his knees exposing his white bottom which shined in the darkness. In a way it was a pity to have to tear it up as she felt it was david’s best physical feature. She reached around to assess the condition of his cock and found it to be rock hard, but smaller than her former husband. It was going to be easy for her to cuckold david without guilt because his penis wasn’t enough to satisfy her during intercourse. She resolved he would be having his last erection for a long, long time tonight.

“I have neighbors and the belt landing on you is going to make a loud sound. I don’t think anyone is going to figure anything out unless you start making noise along with it. While I am punishing you I want you to think about what you did wrong today, and how things are going to be different in the future.”

She had never whipped a man’s ass before, but she really didn’t care if her technique was correct. She would be able to quickly figure out if it hurt or not, and adjust accordingly. She held the belt at her side shaking it a little, then snapping it a few times. It was a heavier belt than she expected which pleased her because she knew he was taking her seriously. Had he brought a lighter belt she would have doubled his punishment. She wanted the lashes to land with impact and leave deep ugly bruises which would remind him of his transgressions later.

She let the first stroke fly and it missed david’s ass instead landing on the side of his hip. He flinched but remained silent as a long red welt appeared wrapping from the front of his hip to the side. She liked the wrap around effect and began whipping him from different angles to maximize the length of the bruises. At thirty strokes david’s ass was a mess of red raised welts and he was crying softly into the sofa cushions, but Ms. Marcy was having the time of her life. In addition to the physical beating she inflicted, she gave him a mental flogging which was even more intense. She spoke softly, but her words were powerful and cut to the quick.

“Your mommy did this to you, didn’t she? She raised her little pussy david to be a pathetic excuse of a man. You got a lot of spankings from her when you were a child, right? Do you want to know something? I think your mother knew exactly what she was doing. You got beat up a lot in school. Everybody bullied you, took your homework, and stole your lunch money. You didn’t go to prom or homecoming because the girls wouldn’t be caught dead with you. You didn’t date much in college either, did you? One look at your cock and your date would burst out laughing. No women in her right mind would have you, so you turned to men, didn’t you? Only they weren’t interested in your little tool either. You learned how to suck cock, swallow cum, and take it up the ass!”

And so by the time the fiftieth stroke landed on david’s ass he was a pulp of quivering flesh. Ms. Marcy helped him to his feet, and gave him back his belt. She glanced at his cock and was pleased to see that david’s raging hardon was now shriveled and limp. She didn’t want him to enjoy it, and the most honest proof he didn’t was provided by his useless shaft dangling between his legs. However, before they would leave for the restaurant there was the matter of david’s apology which he would have to give to her satisfaction before he would be allowed to pull his pants back up. She gave him permission to speak, and she lifted his head to eye level so that she could better judge the sincerity of his apology in his face.

“I am deeply sorry for interrupting you today, Ms. Marcy. It will not happen again. I showed disrespect to you, and instead of kicking me to the curb you gave me a second opportunity to redeem myself. I will remember and cherish all of the fifty lashes that you gave to me this evening. Not only does it show that you are serious about following through with what you say, it demonstrates that you have high expectations for service. I apologize for getting us off on the wrong foot, and I thank you for holding me accountable.”

She nodded her head, and then turned away from him. She blew out the candles and turned on the lights so she could have a better look at him. In the light she stared at the brutality she bestowed on david’s once beautiful ass, and she wondered why a man would submit to that kind of abuse, but more importantly why did she get so much pleasure from inflicting it? The physical nature of dominating david had aroused her sexually, and the last time she had intercourse was months ago with her former husband. For a brief moment she considered having sex with david as a reward for enduring his punishment and apology. No, she was thinking differently now. Her new slave belonged in a chastity device, not her pussy. She had a better plan in mind.

“Pull your pants up, david, we are going to dinner. After we eat we’re going to an adult book store to get a cage for your cock and enough condoms to last the weekend, and then we’re going to a night club I know about on the West End that is notorious for having a clientele of hot, horny younger men. You’re going to help me find the biggest cock in the bar by hanging out in the men’s room and reporting sizes to me. I can take it from there.”

And so the couple went out for the evening and what a time Ms. Marcy had. At the adult book store Ms. Marci charged david’s credit card with thousands of dollars of sex toys, bondage gear, erotic wear, etc… More importantly she found the trophy cock she was looking for at the bar, and she had david drive while they sat in the back of his car making out along the way. While david spent a rough night on her couch sleeping on his side because of his severely whipped ass, Ms. Marci was screwing her lights out with her young amazing lover who made her cum over and over.

In the morning david drove her lover home while she slept. She was surprised to see him in her apartment when she finally woke up around noon. She’d whipped him, humiliated him, raped his wallet, and banished him to the sofa. Yet there he was holding a fresh cup of coffee for her with a devoted look on his face. She thought about her former life, and shook her head in amazement.

She thought to herself, “If only I had done this sooner.”

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