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| Submissive male in search of sadistic dominant female for power exchange. I am not looking for sex. I am looking for an owner with sadistic urges. I have been looking for a real sadist that can understand and relish submission from a real person that is lost in a desire repressed, but unrelenting need to find some reality that fantasy obscures. I don't understand my perversions. I am sane and confused with a secret desire to give my submission to an intelligent, confident, mature 35+ sadist for meaningful relationship and exploration. NOT LOOKING FOR SEX. Looking for a connection with a woman that wants to explore a sadistic nature. Not sensual...no sexy lingerie, no body worship, just a genuine need to expose, humiliate, inflict pain, and have a true passion and hunger to enjoy my pain and humiliation. I don't seek a lover, i seek a better that knows all my truths and weaknesses. I have no lies to her, I have no pride, all I have is my shame and perversions which cause unbearable desire to submit and fear the imagination and cruelty of the owner of my secrets and desires.
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Ms. Frost glared at me over her glasses. I was hyperventilating and visibly shaking. I stood hunched over, red faced, knees bent and trembling. I stuttered and mumbled incoherently trying to respond.
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I am a very submissive male. I'm skinny, shy, wimpy, and clumsy. To top things off, i have a small penis, i also have a desire to be a little bitch to a dominant woman. I often fantasize about my boss, Ms. Frost. I have been working at the antique furniture store that she owns and runs for about 3 weeks. I basically clean and do computer work there. Ms Frost is in her mid forties and is a no nonsense type of woman. She reminds me of a fit Sarah Palin. She is very domineering when running the shop and is angered when things aren't done her way. She is a bitch, she is also a perfectionist. I am totally subservient to her and she knows she can bully me around. One night I was alone and working on the computer. I decided to go on a site that was a femdom dating site. I had a profile and I had decided to write about fantasies of being Ms Frost sissy bitch. It went into great detail of how she would humiliate molest and violate me. I was feeling very turned on and decided to cool down and smoke a cigarette out back. After about 15 mins. I came back into the office. I turned white when I saw Ms. Frost standing next to the computer. She was on her phone. I scurried back into the office sweating and red faced. I had left the computer on and had my fictional story of being Ms Frosts naked little sissy bitch. Not to mention my whole video clip selection. The videos I had in my profile were very femdom related. They were all clips of naked submissive males being humiliated by dressed dominant women. The videos all had one thing in common. Dominant females penetrating naked sissys in the ass and laughing at small penises. I was terrified and hoped she hadn't seen the computer. She was standing on the opposite side of the computer and the screen was facing away from her. As I was walking to the computer she got off the phone and stopped me before I could round the desk and see the screen. She asked me about how the day went as she stared right into my eyes. She was intimidating. She was dressed in black knee high boots and bluejeans. Her make up was perfect and the black leather jacket matched her boots. She was wearing sunglasses that hid her eyes so I couldn't read her mood. I mumbled that it was slow and that I was exhausted. She asked me if I felt alright and commented on the way I was sweating and the pale complexion on my face. I told her I was fine and that I would finish up and go home to rest. She circled round the desk to the computer screen sat down in the seat right in front of it. Luckily the screen saver had kicked on. She took off her glasses and stared at me with knowing eyes. She said that I didn't look well. She told me to sit and rest. I told her that I was fine and after I got done closing the shop I would rest at home. She gave me an evil smile and said that she would close and that I should relax and chat with her for a minute. She stood and moved to the thermostat and asked me if I was hot. She fiddled with the controls and mentioned that I should cool off and take off my shoes and socks so I would cool down faster. I started to mumble that I would be fine but she shot me a look that made me remove my shoes and socks. As she walked back she put on her normal glasses and said that I had pretty feet. She commented how cute and feminine they were. I knew that she had seen the computer. I was red in the face and sweating even more. She had a stern look on her face as she told me to strip down to my underwear because she was concerned that I would have a heat stroke. She looked me in the eye and said that it would be ok since we were adults and that our relationship was not sexual. I started to stutter something, when she grabbed me by my belt and promoting me to stand. I was hyperventilating as she pulled my shirt off and started undoing my belt. She forced eye contact and said that since we were just employer and employee then i would be fine in my underwear. I was hyperventilating and aroused. She roughly pulled my pants down and forcefully told me to go stand in the corner by the air vent. I felt the submissive arousal at being nearly naked. As I walked to the corner she told me to stop and turn around. I was aroused but wasn't erect, but my dick was still leaking and a wet spot had formed on the white jockey shorts I was wearing. She stood with her hands on her hips looking at my wet spot on underwear. She laughed and sat down. "Tell me everything in detail sissy boy...and yes I saw your profile on the computer. I know what a wimpy sissy bitch you are! "
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My First Session with Mistress Dominique Pt. 2
As the phone died, i was almost cumming in my pants! i was so overwhelmed with lust and the sheer desire to submit that i almost felt like i was drunk. Then the urge to "jerk off", first occured to me. If i did it now, she would never know. The urge was great, but i knew that at some point i would confess, not because i craved punishment, because i did. i was more afraid of the punishment that she would...or might inflict, but i knew lying to her was stupid, i WANTED to let her control me...so i did. i took off all my clothes, got in bed, played a little, but never ejaculated. i was so hard, that my cock would twitch just as i would relent just short of busting my load. Once again, i went to her web site and looked over her pictures, stopped touching myself, and went to sleep.
Suprisingly i slept, i woke up and the clock said 10:30. i layed around and then remembered the series of the events that occured on the phone call. i imediatelly became erect. i decided at this point to shave myself...which i did, i shaved my balls, my anus, and upper pubic area. i felt extremely sensitive in these areas and also felt more naked because this was a first for me. i then went to the store to buy an enema kit, along with some mineral oil. the first enema was with mineral oil. the second was with warm water. the third was with hot water. the fourth was cooler water with some fragrant non antibacterial soap. i showered and got dressed in clean clothes, brushed my teeth, and checked the clock. it was 5:00.
i called the number...then the answer...
"SLAVE, SO SOOOORY FOR YOU THAT YOU CALLED! I'VE HAD A BAD DAY, I'M FRUSTRATED. ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO COME?" she asked.
"yy..eess mam" , was all i could muster.
She gave me the directions, but also warned not to be there early and also, not to be there late.
i found the address,but arrived a little early, so i circled the neighborhood to kill time. When the time i arrived, i went to the door(overwhelmed with my submission and at full mast). i rang the bell.
After a few moments the door opened...it was not Mistress Dominique.
"Hello?" was her greeting. She was in her early 20's and wore grey dress slacks and a white blouse. She had conservative open toed heels.
"i miggght bbee in the wrong place", i faked.
"are you, Dominiques 6 o'clock appointment?" she asked with a sly grin.
"yes mam." i conceded.
"Ms Dominique is in the receiving room. Do you have your tribute?", she asked.
i paid her with trembling hands.
"Follow me!" was all she said.
She led me down a hallway made a right turn down a second hallway then opened a door on the right. The room had a couch(more like a love seat) in the middle of the room, to the right of it was a little table, the rest of the room was empty. As i hesitated to enter, the young lady twisted my ear and led me in front of the couch.
"Wait here, and stand, Dominique will be here when she is ready!" she snappped. Then she left the room.
to be continued....
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My First Session with Mistress Dominique(not her real name)
It all started when i was surfing various domme lists, when i found an ad for Mistress Dominique. Since she was relatively close to my location i decided to check out her web site. When her site loaded up i was awe stuck. Her picture was amazing. She was a tall blonde lady. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing a shiny black catsuit, black high heeled boots, and black sunglasses. In her right hand she wielded a riding crop. in her left hand she had a leash which was attached to a collar of a hooded naked male. He was on his knees with his face kissing her boot and his ass high in the air. He also had a butt plug in his ass. The picture sent me into a submissive frenzy, that image was burned permanently into my mind. As i looked over her site i noticed she had some of the same interests as me, so i decided to call the contact number on the page. Unfortunately i got voicemail, i left my name, number and told her to call me anytime day or night. I then immediately masturbated to her website, i came in seconds.
After 2 days i still hadn't got a call back, so i decided to call back. After about the third ring the phone answered.
"Hello", a female voice answered.
"Hello, may i speak to Ms. Dominique?", i replyed meekly.
"Speaking!" was the reply i got. "Is there something i can do for you...or better yet is there something i can DO TO YOU?", she said with an evil chuckle.
I immediately became erect and my heart started beating faster. i told her i had seen her site and was wanting more information about her.
"EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW IS ON MY SITE, I have listed my interests on MY SITE. Is there anything there that interests you?", she replied matter of factly.
"i...um...i...i" i bumbled, before she grew tired of my pathetic ramblin.
"FOCUS!!!, now is there something you want?",she said.
"yes, mam...i would humbly like to book a session with you" i replyed.
"I see..."she replied sarcastically"...WHEN?"
We discussed day and time and agreed that the next day at 6 in the evening would work for both of us. She then told me that there would be time for us to discuss my interests before the session and her tribute. I agreed and thanked her for her time. She then asked the last time i masturbated. I told her it had been at least 24 hours. She then told me not to masturbate till she allowed it and warned me that she would know if i had. i was then instructed to call an hour before to confirm and she would give me directions then. She hung up while i was slobbering thank yous.
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| Age: 43 |
| Bucharest,
Romania |
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