His name is Sergeant Biggerstaff, sissybitch.

Enjoy.

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 Careful Sissy Billie, people will thing you’re a cheap whore, instead of the fair-priced slut you are.

He supports his hypothesis that she’s a moral and frigid woman with the fact he’s never seen her writhe in orgasm or beg to be pounded like a bitch in heat. This is a classic example a fallacy. “My wife doesn’t orgasm, ergo, my wife is frigid.” Who can see the fault with this reasoning?

Now the truth is, dan’s wife may never have screamed to the cheap seats before, but that’s because dan didn’t know how to rock her world. When she mewls and whimpers about how she “really shouldn’t” or “it’s wrong”, as she opens her mouth for my strap-on, she’s really begging to be taken. She wants it rough and she wants it hard. She may murmur words about right and wrong, but the sentiments lose their thrust when muffled by my pussy as she dives enthusiaticly into licking my cunt.

Danny might not have been man enough to make her cum, but we’ve learned now the problem doesn’t lie with her. She’s an eager little whore when handled a bit roughly.

To make sure it wasn’t simply my skill she was responding to, I let twenty other men and women have at her the other night. She was eager for every cock and cunt placed before her, so long her users were direct and told her what they wanted. Soon, her cunt was an open, oozing maw of electrified flesh and she rode out orgasm after orgasm as she sucked and fucked, the center ring of a sex circus.

Of course, gangbang principles being what they are, it wasn’t possible to get everyone on her at once, much as she would have wished it. It’s a good thing for her, dan’s also an eager little cock-sucker. Little Mr. Cuckold made for a good fluffer as the crowd waited to take his wife and make her scream.

It’s a pity, he was quite the devoted thing, but he failed to respect my time. He expected me to give him daily guidance and training through email, though he was only paying for a call once every week or two. He was doing nothing short of asking for extra training after the session, without paying for it.

I can’t blame him entirely for his rudeness, though. On occasion, a pet will misunderstand the nature of the business and think that since we session by phone, it’s only the phone call that counts. The fact is, a Mistress‘ time, attention, and expertise are her commodities. Assignments and fantasies are the products we sell. I may enjoy my job and even grow fond of my pets but that doesn’t negate my right to compensation for what I do.

As a caller, or potential caller, a reasonable slave can expect a response when asking a Mistress when she’s available for a session or what her limits are. It is appropriate and advisable to ask if she does a fantasy you have in mind or if she has experience with your particular fetish. It is not appropriate to ask her in advance what she will do with you, or to beg for an assignment to keep you until you can session. Like asking an attorney for free legal advice, it’s simply ill-mannered.

If you want an idea of how good she is, read her blog (most of us have them) and look for reviews from other people. But you don’t get to taste a meal before you order in a restaurant, you don’t get to watch the first ten minutes of the movie before buying a ticket, and you don’t get an assignment from a Domme until you’ve put your dollar on the table.

If ever you’re fortunate enough to have a Pro-Domme give you direction outside a paid session, take it for the gift it is and show your appreciation. Don’t ask for more, though. If you make an ungrateful pest of yourself, you’ll lose the occasional freebies completely.

 It had been weeks since I’d teased him to within an inch of his poor cock’s life. He sound so wonderfully desperate as he gets a single, solitary stroke. I know I shouldn’t indulge my pets like this, but he sounds so funny, I can’t help it.

It’s very good to be me.

I’ve been out shopping and found the perfect little cock-cage in the CB3000. It comes in three colors, sissy pink, big-dick black like my soul, and transparent like your pretense of manliness.

Go on cuckold boy…. go get one.

 Of course, it’s not healthy to avoid all exercise, so I’ll have to be sure to have a human equine cart me over to the gym for a while. 

  If you’re very good, perhaps I’ll let you be the one to give me a tongue bath once I’m all sweaty.

 Giddy-up!

You get what you pay for, puppy. My price is your spirit, a high cost to be sure, but those who pay it are purchasing heaven.

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