Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Some Drunken Ramblings

Well, I think I've cured p's sexual urges...: ) Don't worry, I didn't leave him like this. He has some very tasteful pink tramlines across his arse from my caning and some similarly decorous pink weals on his back from my exquisite whipping. I didn't get carried away like I used to.

God, when I think of what I used to do to him, I feel a little ashamed. I was so angry with my ex-husband, I just took it out on p and I really hurt him. That time when I went to see him at L's place in Brighton, he really did end up looking like the picture and he didn't deserve it. he took it all without complaint, but that's not the point.

It's a bit frustrating, because sometimes I still feel like beating a man like that, but I can't do it to p. I just like him too much. Seriously, I can't keep making him pay for how other men have treated me, even if I know he'll take it for me.

The main reason p is so special to me is because he knows I can be selfish, vain and cruel, but he accepts that and adores me anyway. Nobody else I know would put up with the way I treat him: seriously.

And despite being a skinny little nerd who is nearly ten years older than me, he has (SSH!) probably given me more sexual pleasure than any other guy I have ever known. This evening, I had him rim me and he made me come! Just by rimming! I dream about seducing Jason Momoa, but would even he be able to do that?

Hands up, guys, I have been drinking and I'm a little p*ssed; hence the rambling and the over-sharing : ). But I mean it! I should make p insure his tongue. I don't know which of his previous Mistresses taught him to use it like tat, but she's a total genius.

I spoke to LJ today about p's collaring and she had the cheek to accuse me of making it all about me. It's his collaring, she said. I told her that I'm his Mistress and he's my SLAVE, so in our relationship, it's always about me. Typical you, she said. Cow : ).

I know what I'm like and that I can't behave like this in all my relationships, but I CAN with p. That's why he's so brilliant. I can be a "proper little Madam" with him and it's okay. I can hit him, I can abuse him, I can spit on him and p*ss on him and he will just Adore me all the more. He's an absolute STAR.

Next Friday, I'll put my collar on him and then he'll be mine forever...And he'll love it! I'm having him stay round mine the night before, so I can keep an eye on him. It's the opposite of that thing where the bride and groom aren't supposed to see one another before the wedding ceremony. Crap, I want him here with me.

Oh yes, I forgot to mention this. I told him about my post about my ugly feet and he confessed to getting all hot and bothered by them years ago, when we were just mates. It was at one of the Pig's birthday parties, funnily enough. It was on a boat (not that that has any relevance - focus, darling).

I'd taken my shoes off and we were both dancing to the Stones (no, I'm not that old, I just happen to like them). p said he was so aroused by the sight of me dancing barefoot that when he got home, he masturbated over it.

If I had known that at the time, I would have slapped his face and probably never spoken to him again, but today, I actually found it cute. Long before I was his Mistress, he was tossing himself off like crazy because he saw me dancing without shoes! He even remembered the colour of my toenail varnish, so it must have made a big impression on him.

He's a dirty little pervert, but so am I, I guess. And just now I'm getting to be a very sleepy pervert...

Night night, guys. Don't tell anyone we has this conversation...

N 💋

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From Ms Viola's Voltaireine

Home for the holidays.

Destroy them….

Every morning, you will wake up an hour earlier to prepare my day. Your comfort is irrelevant.

No matter how tired or exhausted you are, you will get up before sunrise because your first mission of the day is to ensure everything is perfect for me.

You will start by preparing my breakfast exactly the way I like it, with fresh ingredients you will have carefully selected the day before. Then, you will check and iron my clothes for the day, ensuring they are impeccable. Every crease must be perfect, every button checked.

While I am still peacefully sleeping, you will clean the house, making sure there is not a speck of dust or disorder. The floors must shine, surfaces must be polished, and everything must be in order. Perfection is the only acceptable standard.

After doing this, you will prepare my belongings for the day: my documents, my bag, everything I need must be ready and organized. You will also check my schedule, ensuring all my meetings and appointments are well planned and nothing has been forgotten.

Your comfort, your sleep, and your personal needs have no place here. They are secondary to my well-being and satisfaction. You will quickly learn that your role is to ensure a smooth start to my day, without concern for your own fatigue. Each day, you will prove your devotion by rising before dawn, placing my needs above your own, and ensuring my day begins as pleasantly as possible.

By following these instructions, you will demonstrate your total commitment to serving me, pleasing me, and prioritizing my needs above all else. You will understand that your sole priority is to make my life easier and more enjoyable, without ever complaining or showing any sign of fatigue.