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FEMDOM TIME

I wasn’t focused on one particular Mistress, to be honest. Because the best facesitting Lady is not by definition the best disciplinarian. And the best ballbusting Princess is perhaps not the best humiliator. Do you know what I mean? I wanted to meet them all! So I dove in on the deep end and booked a session with a professional Mistress. It was spec-tac-u-lar and a wet dream come true. What a way to start a submissive journey! I was rea-
I want you to come to My house this Saturday at 10am sharp, She said. I need someone to clean the place and that someone is you.
Like being run over by a lawnmower, do you get my drift? My shoes and I stared at Her open mouthed, my tiny little brain all over the place, my heart pumping like a maniac. She was kidding, right? She knew nothing of me! On the other hand: She hadn’t asked me, She had ordered me. And that was a big difference for a guy li-
Have I misjudged you? She asked with a tone of disbelief.
No, Mistress, of course not, I hastily said, I’m just lost for words! I would be thrilled and honoured, thank You so much!
So, there you have it: I went in a one timer, came out a life timer.
July 2003, slave michael, Northampton, UK

DREAMLAND

I always think of happy things before I go to sleep. And to me, happiness means being bossed around, simple as that. And yes, I admit, I fantasize about celebrities as well. Can’t remember a time that I didn’t, to be honest. So close your eyes and let me show you around in dreamland.
There, on your left, is Emma Watson’s house. She’s all smiles and laughter, as long as you do exactly as She says. Don’t hesitate, don’t frown and for God’s sake, don’t argue, for She will raise Her wand at you. And trust me, being turned into a frog really sucks.
Over there, in the distance, is Gal Gadot’s Grotto. Last week She decided to teach me a lesson. I asked Her why, because I hadn’t done anything. Exactly, She said, and scissored me with Her beautiful legs until I passed out (aka fell asleep).
Over there? That’s Kristen Stewart’s land. She can break even the toughest of the toughest with Her killer smile, no kidding. Enter At Your Own Risk, the sign near the entrance says. ‘Nuff said.
And there … look at my finger … there … that’s Kate Beckinsale’s underworld. This Lady really sinks Her teeth into you and I’ve lost many a pint of blood over there. But then again, I’d give my life for Her, so who cares about a bit (aka bite) of blood. Buffy (the Vampire Slayer) used to live here as well, but She and Kate were constantly at each other’s throats. The whole neighborhood went down the drain. So Buffy moved to the other side of the valley. I often go there and tell Her I’m a vampire. Famous last words (aka: from apatite to epitaph).
There’s much more that I want to show you, man. So meet me again tonight in my imaginary world and wait for me at the junction, alright?