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Dick-less men welcome! I have a tiny cage for that. Come live a beautiful yet challenging Alaskan life, and serve your new permanent master in practical slavery. (Like an Egyptian.)
Before we begin, here are a few things I want you to know.
Hundreds, maybe thousands of folks contact me here. I figure out ways to cut the time wasters early.
For the rest of you, try to think of ways to stay on top of the pack for my attention. I don’t know you. Tell me all about you. Use more than a few words. For example, don’t send a single email with only the words: xxoo, how are you? how was your day?, OK., yes mistress, and so on. You will be weeded out.
If you want to only talk, web cam, or chat-- and are not considering moving here--you will be cut. How could I possibly have the time to chat with hundreds of people at the same time? If you need that kind of attention, call the people that get paid to talk to you.
Tell me about yourself; ask me about myself, and our possible future. Talk to me about almost anything, vanilla or kink. And keep me talking, or you will fade away on your own. It’s just the way it is. I'm not going to entertain you with email sex either. Look at my list of interests and skills. There you will find plenty to talk about.
I won’t pimp you out, castrate you, or do anything else that can put me in jail. Castration would have to be done by a doc.
No diapers, scat, kidnapping, water sports, pets, kids, family members, leashes, chains, cages, over sissyfication, being a pet, being an "it". You’re not an it and you’re not my cousin. (Even a slave with no rights is still a person.) You get points for catching that allusion. I'm not a cruel person, so no daily beatings. You must want to serve, I'm not going to physically force you.
You have to give up your job, and any hopes of working a real job ever again. i work from home and you will serve me there 24/7. Be forwarned! Cannabis smoke friendly in the home.
(the photos are from my garden.)
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Now.
Imagine you are brave enough to get on the plane for a visit. You meet a white woman with freckles, shoulder length straight dark blond hair in her 50's. she has light blue eyes that make you want to keep looking in them. She is a big woman, you just know she can squash you if necessary. Jump ahead a few months after you have moved in. You're working 24/7/365. No outside job, and no days off, no limit to the hours you work per day.
Your day starts routinely. You quietly rise and take care of your grooming. You wake me on time. You lay out my clothes, --as with many things-- according to a prearranged plan I have given you. You assist me with dressing and some of my grooming. While I finish getting ready, you lay out my meds on my desk. While I take my meds, you are making breakfast.
I have taught you how and what to cook. I even sent you to a few classes. You are counting our carbs, and preparing healthy meals. You’re cooking for me and sometimes my guests. You don’t eat with us; I tell guests you’re not very social. You’re the help, you eat in the kitchen. You clean up after the meal. You spend the next couple of hours cleaning and tidying up the house. Then you make sure the yard and deck are in order. You check the garden for any problems before coming back inside.
You attend to any needs I desire, like refreshing my iced tea. Since I have no special tasks at that moment, you check your grocery list you have been keeping; and prepare to go shopping. Checking with me first--I must know where you are at all times, you can't go out freely--you refill my iced tea again, and grab some packages I want you to mail and go out. I have a tracking device on your phone and the car, plus your inconspicuous slave collar has one in it too. I am a computer graduate, and I know how to use that kind of thing.
You remember when you were first allowed to leave the house after a few weeks of confinement. (To the house, not in chains) I sent you with my driver to learn the routes to the various businesses I want you to visit; until I was satisfied you knew the routes. I made sure you knew about most of the tracking devices.
When you get back, you bring in the shopping. You prepare and serve lunch. As you're cleaning up after lunch… your mind drifts to how much happier you are to have found your master. Now that you know her a little better you feel confidant she will keep you safe from important decisions the rest of your life. You're safe in knowing that you have finally found your rightful place in life…making her happy. at first you did not like giving blow jobs to my male associates, but now you are enjoying the head space you go in when you make her happy no matter what she asks for. Safe in knowing you will never be asked or allowed to use your male sex organ ever again...
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