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A post dealing with feelings of low self-worth
So, just like all my other posts then.
Tsk! Mixed signals. Why do women do that?
The guy has it easy, if you think about it: I mean, the ladies are the ones doing all the work. Jasmine’s amazing, by the way: she doesn’t hold back. I don’t know where she gets her stamina. I hope he’s appropriately grateful.
Don’t worry, after a few years of marriage you’ll have a very keenly-developed understanding of exactly what annoys her and by precisely how much. There’s quite a lot, but one of the joys of marriage is learning about one another, isn’t it?
I suspect the hairdresser might be slightly less amused if she discovers how much money Mistress is being paid to sit there and mock her slave, compared to how much she’s actually paying for the haircut. Well… she‘s not actually going to be paying this time, obviously, and she’ll make sure he leaves a massive tip, but you know what I mean.
He’s barely paying attention because he’s upset she hasn’t noticed or commented on the ‘anniversary bunny ears’. He went to so much trouble…
He will. Mentally, he already is and has been for some years now.
6 thoughts on “A post dealing with feelings of low self-worth”
Well one reason, Mistress Joy, is there isn’t room, there being so many supplicants wanting to worship in the presence of your divine self. But secondly, if I may make make so bold is that, sadly, I am nowhere near your perfect feet. In common with Servitor I have been having and still have those dreams of being in your presence and offering obeisance humbly at your feet. What wonderful dreams they are, where all those other slaves have been dismissed.
I’m not sure she was looking for reasons so much as an abject apology, Melissa. My SO often asks rhetorical questions like that and it’s impertinent for me to presume to reply. Of course, sometimes the question is not rhetorical and then it’s impertinent not to reply immediately…
My sweet Alberto has a vivid imagination. But I picked him, and ordered him to marry me. He had no choice.
At the honeymoon I explained to him that he was not good enough for my sacred vagina. I do rather enjoy seeing him leak as I go to bed naked and am sometimes naked in the house. Being horny and denied makes him submissive and makes him worship me as he should.
Occasionally I spank him when I have my period to share the misery. When I’m horny at my ovulation time, I let him use my vibrator on me, if I want.
I extracted some of his semen to make me pregnant for our first child. For my second child, I went to a sperm bank. It was entirely my choice.
He focuses entirely on me and our family. His balls, sexual frustration, and disciplinary spankings ensure that he is a dedicated family man.
Rosita
A short poem about the decadent delights of being kicked in the balls. The unrhymed 14 line form is often called a rough sonnet: appropriately enough. This time, properly formatted.
Boots
with a gaze like a slap
head-tilt of amusement
your boot between my thighs
glossy as a warhead
the apex of the leather toe
compels and parts me – wider
muscles in my thighs brace
but offer no defence
then kicks like a tolling bell
precise as the angelus
my body made to resonate
in gasps, numbered responses
then mercy, a blood-red sole
on my vibrating mouth
I won’t try to reply in verse, PP as you’re clearly the better poet (actually, there are inanimate objects that are better poets than I, so it’s not such a high bar). I might perhaps claim to be a better pervert, but who are we to judge?
The Forward Prize surely awaits – I’ll have a word with a dominatrix I know who owns a couple of the panel members.
Well one reason, Mistress Joy, is there isn’t room, there being so many supplicants wanting to worship in the presence of your divine self. But secondly, if I may make make so bold is that, sadly, I am nowhere near your perfect feet. In common with Servitor I have been having and still have those dreams of being in your presence and offering obeisance humbly at your feet. What wonderful dreams they are, where all those other slaves have been dismissed.
I’m not sure she was looking for reasons so much as an abject apology, Melissa. My SO often asks rhetorical questions like that and it’s impertinent for me to presume to reply. Of course, sometimes the question is not rhetorical and then it’s impertinent not to reply immediately…
Best wishes
S
My sweet Alberto has a vivid imagination. But I picked him, and ordered him to marry me. He had no choice.
At the honeymoon I explained to him that he was not good enough for my sacred vagina. I do rather enjoy seeing him leak as I go to bed naked and am sometimes naked in the house. Being horny and denied makes him submissive and makes him worship me as he should.
Occasionally I spank him when I have my period to share the misery. When I’m horny at my ovulation time, I let him use my vibrator on me, if I want.
I extracted some of his semen to make me pregnant for our first child. For my second child, I went to a sperm bank. It was entirely my choice.
He focuses entirely on me and our family. His balls, sexual frustration, and disciplinary spankings ensure that he is a dedicated family man.
Rosita
Well, that sounds like a good system, Rosita. You and Alberto must be very close.
Best wishes
S
A short poem about the decadent delights of being kicked in the balls. The unrhymed 14 line form is often called a rough sonnet: appropriately enough. This time, properly formatted.
Boots
with a gaze like a slap
head-tilt of amusement
your boot between my thighs
glossy as a warhead
the apex of the leather toe
compels and parts me – wider
muscles in my thighs brace
but offer no defence
then kicks like a tolling bell
precise as the angelus
my body made to resonate
in gasps, numbered responses
then mercy, a blood-red sole
on my vibrating mouth
I won’t try to reply in verse, PP as you’re clearly the better poet (actually, there are inanimate objects that are better poets than I, so it’s not such a high bar). I might perhaps claim to be a better pervert, but who are we to judge?
The Forward Prize surely awaits – I’ll have a word with a dominatrix I know who owns a couple of the panel members.
Best wishes
S