Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Like I Care....



Jerkoff can't read, but he can write and write and write.... I told him to call me if he wanted to discuss his situation, but first, send me an Amz Gift Cert for the privilege of having me read his novel before he calls. Of course, he does neither....

I am hoping this truly interests you. There is a lot to read here, but most of it is how and why all of this came about and has nothing to do with the actual session. This is definitely something I want to explore again in my life. There are many reasons why I feel I need to experience this again, which we can get into later.

I really want a secret Mistress to take care of, and to try and please.

Essentially I would like you to think of it as an opportunity to have fun. To literally have a powerful handsome man at your feet. Knowing you can do anything you want, strictly for YOUR own enjoyment and entertainment. And know you are getting paid to do it.

There is NO sexual intercourse involved with this whatsoever.

OK, here goes, I am looking forward to talking with you. I need to first start out by explaining that I am a very manly man. I was much younger when this experience took place (I was 20 yrs old) I am very successful and very dominant in all of my relationships. This is an experience I had with a woman where I was not dominant, she was. This is how it began.

I used to be a dancer, I danced at private b-days and bachelorette parties. I eventually got very well known for a particular physical feature that I have and started doing a show that included it. I used to offer a "wet show". What I did was at the very end of a show I would do an "ending" On or In anything that the girls chose. I have been told that when I do an ending, basically when I cum, that I cum 5 times more (in amount) than an average guy. I don't know why I do, but I do. At one of my shows I met a gorgeous woman, she was older than I, I would guess middle to late 30's, I was 20 yrs old at the time.

I met with her at her home. She was extremely wealthy, beyond my comprehension (at the time). She made a proposal to me. She wanted to have a slave, a male slave a couple of days each week. She would be able to do anything that she wanted with me, no questions asked. My motivation (at the time) was $400 per visit. Please bear in mind, this was about $3200 per month at a time when my house payment was $200 per month. I was certainly nervous, but she was so stunning and very persuasive, I agreed.

Our arrangement lasted almost two years. There is no way I can detail everything she did to me. Some has been lost to memory. I will try to give a general synopsis of what a typical session was like, some things may come to mind later, but not as of this writing. She knew I was 1000 percent heterosexual, and she knew what she was going to make me do would be very difficult for a heterosexual man to do.

She used intimidation (how she dressed) humiliation (what she liked to make me do, had me wear and money) embarrassment (she would invite other girls to watch and participate at times). She was always sweet to me, but she knew she had control.

Our first 15 or so sessions focused mainly on me servicing her orally, me "cleaning" the toys she used on herself with my mouth and me doing an "ending" either in a glass, on a surface or in a container. She was "saving" my semen. She was telling me all the while that she was going to make me her cum slut, that she was going to use my mouth any way she wanted, and that I would probably quit.

This where the actual session starts.

A typical session with her when she was alone with me would be. I would arrive. She always had something she wanted me to wear. She would lay back and have me service her orally for many orgasms. She also liked for me to lick her anally, so much so, she had a special chair made. She used toys on herself, both vaginally and anally, she made me "clean" every toy that she used. She would bring me to the edge of orgasm but NEVER let me cum, she was denying it. She had a "panty box" i had to clean, I can explain more later. She would bring out the semen she had saved, thawed it in hot water or a microwave. My semen is very watery, this bothered her. She enlisted several other guys to supply her with cum. I never met, saw or knew anything about them. There semen was distinctly different than mine. So much so, she made it a point to point it out, make me look at and see the differences. She would "mix" theres into mine and still point out which was which.
She would make me sit and watch her pour it into a glass, she would add spit to it, stir it, talk about it, point out texture, smell etc. She would pour it slowly from one glass to another. She used saliva freely, spitting into my mouth, on my genitals all during a session. She was trying to make it as visually disturbing to me as possible. She would pour some into my mouth, make me hold it, make me show it to her. I would have to slowly let it ooze from my mouth back into the glass where she would start all over again, adding spit, stirring etc.

She had several "favorite" ways she liked to make me do this. One was, she had a glass top dining room table, she would make me watch as she poured some on the glass top. she would add spit, she would talk about and separate certain chunks etc. Then she (and girlfriends if they were present) would get under the glass table, looking up through the glass and the liquid, and have me "clean" off the glass while they watched from below. She would point out certain stringy parts or chunks and say "lick up just that piece' Or she would make me sit at the edge of the table a few inches below it with my mouth open and used a credit card to slowly push the liquid or certain parts of it off the edge of the table and into my mouth, sometimes pieces left dangling for several seconds. Another was her "pedicure" she would pour hot cum on and through her toes and make me clean them off while she watched. It would go on and on till she tired of it. Some of the items I recall her or her friends using were, straw, spoon, eye droppers etc. She drank a lot during my visits, very much a party atmosphere. She would make me lay down on my back in front of a mirror and squat over my mouth. she used my mouth anyway she wanted to, she would pee in my mouth as she watched herself in the mirror.

She had several girlfriends, she would invite them and me over, I became the entertainment. I was made to service her girlfriends, clean their toys. They were told that my mouth was the only urinal in the house. She had a contest. 4-5 friends, I cant recall were all given several full condoms of semen. The contest was, to see who could come up with the most entertaining way to make me play with then consume my own cum. they all watched each others ideas and voted later. I was NEVER allowed to have an orgasm until the VERY END of a session. Generally it was "saved" for another time, but there were times when it was not and she would make me do things with it.

She did many other things to me but hard to put down in print. I feel a discussion would yield a lot more as far as what I remember than trying to put all down in print.

This was not enjoyable to me, and for 20+ years I have not really thought about it...But for some reason I now think of it constantly. It was not so much what she did, it was how she did it, and more importantly, how much I could tell she enjoyed it. I am seeking someone who will truly enjoy it as she did, enthusiasm is key I feel for this to be as reminiscent as possible.

I think my goal is to understand why she did this, why it was so enjoyable for her and to figure out why, after all these years this has come back into my thoughts.

Monday, September 24, 2007


Cruise

I am married and 48. I am nice looking, people say I look just like Pat Boone. I own a series of 3 businesses. I am married to a wonderful woman who unfortunately is romantically apathetic. I am looking for a relationship with someone who wants to see me and vice versa.

I do have one immediate issue. I was for a brief period of time in a relationship with a wonderful young woman. Unfortunately, she has decided to supplement her income in other ways. I recently booked a 10 day Hawaii cruise that I am hoping to find someone who would like to accompany me. It would be a very lonely cruise for one.


How can Pat Cruise get away from wifey for 10+ days on his Hawaiian cruise....hmmmm....he must have concocted a little lie that he won the Sales Rep of the Year award, but the trip is solo. Pat Cruise is a drug peddler aka pharmaceutical sales rep. So I have an excellent idea for him. He still gets to go to Hawaii, but Nicole and I go on the cruise, while he sleeps on beaches. So Cruise can go on an economy Hawaiian vacay.

Do we have a sales contest for him! Cruise will be selling Viagra tabs to tourists. $40 a pop sounds good. He'll have to wear all light blue, like everyone in those Viagra commercials. You know: light blue shorts, light blue flip-flops, a straw hat with a light blue bandana, he'll be a walking subliminal Viagra advertisement.

At first I was feeling generous and thinking we should let Cruise have a per diem, but now the more I think about it, I think, nawwww. He can wash up in the ocean with a bar of hotel soap. He can dumpster dive at the Jack-in-the-Box. Or beg for leftovers at luaus, maybe he'll have to suck some big Samoan dicks for shrimp peels while the hula girls laugh at him. Meanwhile Nicole and I are kicking it on our cruise, spending most of our time in the ship's casino or making old shriveled prunes pay to watch me and Nicole scissor-leg and clam-dig. Then we take the $$$ right back to the casino. Hopefully, we win there and our salesman back on the island sells all his little blue pills and makes us far richer than when we left Miami.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

S L U T

Most of you have called or encountered the typical NF or RT Dominatrix: the Ice Princess, the emotionally distant, controlling, demeaning heartless bitch. Her vagina is not open for business and does not appear to be open for pleasure either. But, vive le difference. I am a slut and love cock. I fuck as much cock as I can get. But I am talking about cocks that meet my size and girth and desirability standards. Cocks that aren't attached to assholes. As 99.9% of you know, I throw the little ones back.

Most Dommes I talk to act shocked that I am proud to be a slut. Apparently, it isn't a Dominatrix-y image, to be sucking and fucking. Do all Dommes live on Mt. Olympus and give up cock for their art, to maintain their Goddess status? Please! One can be dominant and still be a slut. Why not fuck as much man-meat as possible and still dominate the little whiny wimps. Why not make lilliputians lust and lather for what they can't have, the dominant alpha female's hot twat.

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And while we're on the subject of SLUTS....

I read a cool blog post about Janice Dickinson; apparently, she was quite a slut back in her younger days. I remember an interview where she said her best lover was Jon Lovitz, not only was he well-hung, but also ate good pussy. Hmmmmmm.... Subway, eat fresh! Pussy!

Friday, September 07, 2007


Hung like a hamster....

"...female mice exposed to the pheromones of dominant males generate new
brain cells. And those brain cells help them find other dominant males..."

http://www.canada.com/calgaryherald/story.html?id=6da9f754-06ca-49be-90e5-babd029d221a&k=28483 (copy & paste the URL into your browser)

Yes! There is another reason why I crave real men with big cocks. Pheromones. New brain cells. And I bet the inverse is true, betas probably shrink my brain cells. I get drunk on punishing my slaves, but it's ultimately bad for me. As for the betas being around superior females, my Niteflirt and real-time slave research has shown: hamster dicks start babbling, lose focus, get insecure, start wanking.... Their behavior is radically different than when alpha males are around alpha females....

Read the article and weep!


Ember's Report from Gayland

Poor Ember, some twinkletoes keeps emailing her how he always is 'thinking about her' and wishes she were here (where the twink is hanging out, he has a membership at a private swanky pool club), wants to send her flowers, invites her here there everygaywhere and she is like NO WAY, I DON'T LIKE GAY MEN. She even emailed this to him and he keeps emailing her back about her terrible rudeness and crudeness and that when she meets him she will see he is a "refined gentleman". The email correspondence is going nowhere, because Ember has NO intention of meeting the ultra-fehg. But he is obviously stuck on her. Scroll down for his pics. You can't miss the 'Eau de Gay'.

My other girlfriends and I get a special kick out of the photo where he crosses his legs like a girlie, I mean does he not have balls, or does he have balls the size of chick peas? Ember's fun little foray onto a dating site has yielded every flavor of fag imaginable and not one REAL MAN yet. Once Ember finds a real man, she won't have time to play online, but for now, we find all of Ember's reports from gayland amusing.