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CowGurlJan
| Pan Female, 40, CozyPlace, Vermont
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So, I have been flooded by emails from men who are hunting for a subbie. The issue is that these men lack the courtesy of reading my profile to see that I am already happily owned before contacting me. For the time being I am just sending all mail from single ment straight to my junk mail folder. I will check thast folder weekly to make sure that my male friends are not ignored.
My purpose for being on this site is to answer questions for those female slaves new to the lifestyle. I will try my best to help the trans and males as well but I don't have a penis and know nothing about how to get through a penis or testical session
Last November fifth was our ninth anniversary as Master Mistress and slave.
NO LONGER LOOKING!I am owned! When I was seeking owners I was told that two things were required of a good slave..... 1. The ability to listen intently 2. The ability to obey completely. What great advice that was!
I am looking foreward to see what they have planned for me. My life as their cow was fun and fullfilling but they felt they had played that role to it's logical conclusion.
Life brings change and change is welcome.
(Ohhh the possibalities)
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9/30/2023 12:46:25 PM: Just a casual thought. I am wondering how well all these men who identify as women would handel their first period! LOL
What percentage of them would run back to being men?
No, I am not anti anyone, I'm just cramping and it made me wonder :)
8/31/2023 2:55:04 PM: I was aked why I am a slave. I guess it is because I like to feel safe, protected and owned. It is just who I am.
8/15/2023 9:49:20 AM: To those who tried to contact me over the last week I didn't reply as I was sentenced to five days in the basement for displeasing Goddess Tabitha.
I was allowed no outsdide contact wuth anyone and she only came into the basement twice a day to hand me food and close the door in my face.
She lifted mmy sentence and allowed me to return to help new slaves with questions about the 24/7 life. Thae basement has a toilet and sink so to all the scat folks I had water and a toilet. She isn't that cruel.
I am currently working on catching up on my mail and please and feel free to ask anyting if you are new to the BDSM life.
6/17/2023 2:47:57 PM: Goddess Tabitha has been in New York all week and will be returning home on Monday afternoon. We facetime nightly for progress reports on my task list, updates on my daily chores and some cyberplay.
She bought a new toy. It is an eight pad tens unit to start electric play with me when she gets home. We had a standard battery operated four channel but it finally gave out after a decade of use. The onlytime in thirteen years I have literally screamed and begged for mercy is when she put a electrode pad on the ball of each foot and the other one on each ankle. She set it to starburst and turned it to maximum strength. The cramping in my feet was beyond description and she left me that way for over 30 minutes. All because I had mentioned after being in heels all day that my feet hurt.
I am NEVER allowed to complain about pain when my pain, or in this case, the shoes I was wearing were at her direction. Don't get me wrong, a tens untit can be very comfortable and soothing if used at milder settings, but if it is used for punishment it can be absolute hell.
We will see how loving or not Goddess Tabitha is on Monday night.
5/31/2023 7:11:54 PM: Sometimes being a slave isn't about sex or whips and chains. Sometimes it's about getting my chores done ontime. Dishes, floors laundry, etc. Then sometimes it is just about obedience and being controlled.
I put on a cute blouse and shorts to go hiking with Goddess Tabitha last weekend. Beautiful woodland trail with flowing streams and all the spring smells. We were about five miles from the car when she simply looked at me and said 'put your legs together and pee now slave'. My urine ran down my thighs and got my socks and hiking shoes wet. My shorts were soaked. We walked back to the car and I sat on a towel as we drove home.
She asked if I wanted to shower when we got home or if I wanted to continue to please her. Loaded question with only one correct answer. She took me to a stall in the barn, ordered me to undress and game me my first golden shower. My face, breasts and hair soaked in her urine. She left me in the stall for three hours, just sitting there as the fluids dried on my body and the smell lingered in the air. She returned and told me that I had pleased her and she ordered me to masturbate for her. Instantly I'm on my back, feet in the air while I'm franticly rubbing myself to that sweet release that she so often denies me.
I was allowed to shower and then to start cooking dinner. We went to bed that night and she cuddled with me. She told me I was her greatest possesion. I cried. It was an amazing day.
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