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Ambassadors and the Odour of a slave

Ambassadors and the Odour of a slave

Each and every erotic trigger, each and every glimmer of arousal remind me of her. A certain feminine stance, a tight fitting dress, pants or leggings accentuating the female form, certain perfumes, kinky (and not so kinky) boots, high heels all draw my thoughts and worship towards her. They don’t have to be, and are often not, the type of clothes she would wear, the feminine form does not have to resemble her, it does not have to be a perfume she wears, it is sexual arousal itself that is the key.

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Sometimes I forget

Sometimes I forget

I have grown used to the constant reminder that is my cage.. It has become part of me and I hardly notice it. It’s familiarity and the fact that it has minimal effect on me, should merely serve to emphasise the truth it defines.

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Training

Training

By her definition we are not men. Our submission and weakness contradicts her definition of a man. So, the Mistress and woman to whom I have given myself, the woman I adore and respect, despises me for my weakness and does not regard me to be a man.

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The familiar mind fuck

The familiar mind fuck

Her latest conquest was to invade his home and, in his mind, effectively his family. His last refuge violated by her. How dare she? What right did she have to do that? Who does she think she is? His hatred went through the sleepless night. The following morning he would email and tell her she’d overstepped the mark. He was no longer her slave and she was to blame.

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Imprisoned in freedom

Imprisoned in freedom

Today marks 7 days, a full week, since you last returned the keys to me. It is my 7th day of freedom. Well we might refer to it as freedom but that merely describes the fact that my cock is not locked in its plastic cage.

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Ramming my submission home

Ramming my submission home

The day to day fashion was unisex. Tight, sky blue jeans were virtually a compulsory uniform out of school, in the evenings, weekends and including dates to the pictures or coffee bars. When I say tight, I do mean tight. The outer shape of external genitalia was on full display. Our cock and balls didn’t just create a bulge, the jeans were so tight you could distinguish every item. The camel toe of every girl was proudly displayed like a beguiling receptacle.

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There are those who call themselves Lifestyle Mistresses

There are those who call themselves Lifestyle Mistresses

Her stunning beauty and her hypnotic voice would, and do, arouse me sexually but, alone, would not have the ability to affect me as she does.

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A day in domestic slavery

A day in domestic slavery

I was to clean an oven and a microwave. These are tasks I have performed many times before in a vanilla role. Cleaning an oven is a particularly dirty and to some extend hazardous job. The cleanser has to be quite powerful, acidic with quite strong fumes. Her wisdom shone through yet again. This was a hard, messy, time consuming job befitting a slave.

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Topping from the bottom

Topping from the bottom

I never knowingly “top from the bottom”. That does not mean to say I will not do it unintentionally. Intent or not, it is still wrong and inappropriate.

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She relishes my hurt

She relishes my hurt

The destruction of pride, vanity, ego and dignity involves education as well as intent. Initially there was resistance to this process. I am certain my humility is a long way from her requirements and there is still a long way to go. Despite my willingness to embrace this desire of my Goddess, it is difficult.

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