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I am a service-oriented submissive who craves yielding control to a strong woman. My goal is a long-term female-led relationship. I have been around long enough that I am much less interested in the details of my service than the fact of my service. My checklist of fetishes has gone by the wayside. My goal is to make You smile. If my service provokes a smile, then I will be happy. I will give You my mind: fill it with hundreds of ways to make You happy. I will give You my body: use it in any way You desire that will give You pleasure. But remember that with great power comes great responsibility. I want to give You all of my heart. Treat it with tenderness, and it will demonstrate a great capacity to love. Treat it carelessly, and it may break.
4/18/2015 3:09:24 PM
Turns out I was just a fool.  But even a fool eventually has to say "enough".  
4/4/2015 2:31:18 PM
I keep thinking it's over, that there's no chance I'll be allowed to serve Her again.  But then, a little ray of hope.  Trying to get a new cage, performing some chores, some new gifts.  Am i still capable of making Her happy?  Maybe.  Or maybe i'm just a fool in love.  Time will tell!
3/17/2015 6:11:35 AM
Be careful what you wish for.  You just might get it.  And then what will you do?  Throw it all away?
3/4/2015 9:06:18 AM
Definitely need to temper my expectations.  All is well in this submissive's life :)
3/2/2015 2:38:30 AM
The last month has been a fascinating experience.  I sent Her a message on Collarspace, and W/we seemed to hit it off immediately.  She was intrigued that i had a chastity device and was eager to find a keyholder.  Our d/s interests seemed to mesh perfectly, and soon W/we started exchanging messages on kik.  I sent Her an Amazon gift card to prove my sincerity, and She sent the items (d/s-related) that She purchased to me.  She didn't want to receive any such items at Her home, and She expected i would bring the items when W/we met.  This was very reassuring to me, and i began to purchase multiple gifts for Her, all of which were sent to me (per Her request).  Her requirement was clear: i would need to be in chastity for 30 days in order to have the privilege of meeting Her.  I purchased numbered locks so She would know i was being faithful to Her requirement.  She assigned me a daily devotional.  Every day i was to spend 30 minutes naked and on my knees, thinking about my Goddess.  And every day i was to send Her a picture of myself in this position, and a picture of Her cock and balls in the cage.  W/we exchanged messages throughout the day, most of which involved me praising Her.  She would respond occasionally, but playfully.  We had a few wonderful chats in the evenings.  She would tease me and send me suggestive pictures of Her perfect body, but never letting me see Her face.  We set a date to meet, and i booked the exact hotel room She selected (in Her home town, about 90 minutes away from me).  One night She had me tell Her in detail how much i adored Her and how much i wanted to suffer for Her and give up control of my life to Her.  She confessed that my words gave Her an orgasm, and made Her feel so good.  And then about a week before W/we were to meet, something changed.  She stopped sending me pictures.  She stopped teasing me.  In retrospect, i think the reality of the situation set in.  She has an incredible tumblr page, and obviously has a very clear idea of what turns Her on, but She had never actually dommed a guy in person.  At the same time, she developed a dental infection, and She approached the "bad" time of the month.  She started ignoring my messages, or responding only briefly.  Had She lost interest?  Was She trying to scare me away?  I started asking Her, "Is this really going to happen?", and She reassured me that it was.  I persisted in my daily devotionals, i remained in chastity.  I was completely smitten.  Finally, the day arrived.  She had it planned out brilliantly.  I was to check into the hotel, and set up the room to Her specifications, laying out Her gifts (all individually wrapped), along with flowers, a bottle of wine (with one glass), and something for Her to eat.  She would meet me outside the hotel, and take the keys to Her room, telling me She would let me know when i was allowed to come in.  It was very cold outside, so She suggested i go to Wal-Mart to pass the time.  I stayed there for an hour, then returned.  I was a little worried She would be gone, but She was still there.  She sent me an occasional text to assuage my fears.  Finally, two hours later, She told me i could come upstairs.  I came into the room, and i followed her protocol, but She told me it wasn't necessary.  I finally got to see Her face, and she was beautiful.  After a few awkward minutes, She confessed to being nervous and not knowing what to do with me.  That broke the ice, and W/we talked like normal people.  Finally, She allowed me to give Her a massage, and later a foot massage.  But She was tired, and it was late.  It was clear there would be no d/s play that night.  She sent me to sleep on the floor (as had been previously discussed), while She took the king size bed to Herself.  I managed to sleep a few hours, then i left early in the morning (i had a work commitment), returning before 11.  It took a few hours of talking, watching TV, Her fussing with Her bad tooth, and finally She seemed to warm up to me.  She tried on some of Her new outfits, enjoying the pain that it produced in Her caged organs.  She allowed me to give her another massage, head to toe.  I was allowed to worship Her incredible breasts, and then the rest of Her.  She told me "I could do this all day".  Finally i brought Her to a couple of orgasms.  She had let me out of chastity earlier, but it was clear Her cock was not going to be involved in these proceedings (nor should it have been).  She sent me out in the cold to get menus so W/we could order dinner, then back out to pick up the food.  W/we enjoyed a nice meal.  A big storm was coming, and She had suggested i leave before the storm hit.  She allowed me to cum before leaving (it had been 33 days so i was out of my mind!), but on condition that i jack myself off onto her foot and lick it up when i was done.  It took only a few strokes, and i complied with Her wishes.  She gave me the cage to put myself back into chastity.  She had brought a padlock, which She placed on the cage, of course keeping the only key with Her.  I felt very happy, truly owned.  But there was something a little strange about the whole thing.  She is very hard to read.  She didn't seem to relish having the key at all.  She never really "took charge" of O/our time together.  The oral worship was all done at my urging, not at Her insistence.  Did i push too hard?  Maybe the whole idea was too much, too fast, as She suggested.  And then yesterday, after i was back home, She didn't seem all that interested in talking to me.  I know Her tooth is still hurting, i know it's a bad time of the month.  But what is really going on?  My insecurities are at play here.  I mean this is a beautiful woman 15 years younger than me.  Has She developed some affection for me?  Is She at all attracted to me?  Does a domme need to be attracted to Her slave?  Are these silly questions?  I mean, She did just spend 24 hours with me, and She allowed my mouth on her intimate areas for long periods of time.  She did have 2 orgasms.  I understand that the leap from fantasy to reality is a big one.  Maybe She just found it very difficult to make that leap.  Maybe She is not a very assertive person, and couldn't bring Herself to shackle me or punish me or humiliate me.  Maybe She just wasn't feeling very sexual, with Her tooth and the bad time of the month.  Maybe She just struggles to express Her feelings.  I get that men and women are different.  Women think with their brains, and we all know what men think with.  But here i sit on Monday morning, and i just can't get myself to do my daily devotional.  The whole point of being in chastity for Her is that She enjoys it, and that i am sacrificing for Her pleasure.  And it's hard for me to know if She is truly enjoying it.  Will She care that i didn't complete this task?  Will it make Her angry?  Maybe this is just the way it is with dommes and slaves.  Male slaves are a dime a dozen; beautiful dommes are few and far between.  I wil be easily replaced if i fail Her.  I know i can't force this.  Perhaps in a few days, after Her tooth is fixed, when Her desire starts to increase, She will relish my service to Her.  I know i am lucky to have found Her and should count my blessings.  It just feels kind of dark and lonely right now, and i don't know what to do.  I think maybe i am just expecting too much from someone i've really just met.
3/10/2014 3:45:49 AM

First sissy assignment.  It should have been quick and easy, but it was not: buy 3 bottles of nail polish (baby blue, baby pink and slut red), toe nail separators, and the latest copy of Seventeen magazine, paint my toenails pink, and post a picture online.  What follows is my account of what went wrong.  It started simply.  I drove a little distance from my house and went into a Family Dollar store.  I examined the nail polish and found the right kinds, but there were no magazines in the store.  I kept my head down while in that part of the store, so i don't know if anyone noticed me, but i was quite self-conscious.  When i realized i could not succeed in that store, i quickly slithered out.  This scenario then repeated itself many times: CVS, Rite-Aid, Walgreens.  The biggest problem is that i didn't know what toe nail separators looked like.  I followed the same routine in each store: look for the magazine section to see if they had the latest Seventeen (easy enough---though i had the feeling as i did it that people knew which magazine i was looking for); once the presence of the magazine was confirmed, i would head to the beauty aisle(s).  I always kept my head down, as a few times there were other women in the aisle.  I of course spent too much time there, because i was scanning for the toe nail separators.  I'm sure i was noticed, as it must not be a common thing for a man to be scanning through the beauty aisle.  The worst was Walgreens, which has a beauty consultant.  I was sure she was going to ask me what i was looking for, but fortunately she ignored me.  Finally, exasperated by my failure to find toe nail separators in each store, i gave up and went home to do some research.  I discovered what i was looking for, and realized it might be in the foot care section of the store rather than the beauty aisle.  I headed back out, but to a different part of town.  I didn't want to start really drawing attention by appearing twice stalking the beauty aisle in the same store.  First Rite-Aid then walgreens, again no luck.  The best i could find was a single toe separator that was more medicinal.  Finally, i struck gold (or at least bronze) at CVS.  There in the foot aisle i found a true toe nail separator.  It was unfortunately not feminine or sexy at all, just a drab blue.  I grabbed it.  But now i wasn't just looking, i was shopping.  I headed across the store to the magazines.  Noone was in that section and i was able to grab the Seventeen quickly.  I folded it onto itself so it wouldn't be obvious i was wandering the store holding Seventeen magazine, then headed back across the store to the beauty aisle.  I found an inexpensive baby pink and slut red in the same brand, then had to move to the next aisle to find the baby blue.  I grabbed all 3 and headed to the front.  A female clerk was alone, no line, but just as i walked up with my purchases, 2 male employees walked right to the register.  I quickly changed direction, and headed back into the store holding my purchases.  A minute passed and they were gone, so now was my chance.  I laid all my purchases out on the counter.  I did not make eye contact.  "CVS card?" she asked.  "No", i replied.  She rang me up, and horrified, i realized i had left my wallet in the car.  I blushed severely, told her i would be right back.  I returned a minute later, and the male employee had returned.  They were talking; it's not a stretch to imagine it was about me.  "I didn't know if you were coming back", she said.  "I found my wallet," i said sheepishly.  I paid for my items, which she thankfully bagged, and scurried to the car.  Once at home, i applied the pink polish to my nails, making too many mistakes and having to wipe polish over my toes a few times.  Finally, my nails were a pretty pink, and i snapped a picture and uploaded it to Collar Me.  Since i didn't have any pics posted, this became my new identity, which seems appropriate.  My first attempt at posting a journal entry failed, not sure why, but this one is working, and i'm saving it regularly.  First sissy assignment complete!

SubmissiveBBW23
 
 Age: 27
 Massillon, Ohio