One of my favorite role playing scenes is that of the Cuckolding wife for clients who are single or whose wives will not engage in the behavior. Here’s an article I found interesting.
It’s been too long since I’ve put something in writing about my personal relationships and I think I may wait a little while before I do so. I’d like to determine the trajectory of some of my relationships before I finally put their resolution in writing.
Professionally, however, my clientele continues to grow and that expansion brings with it a wonderful new set of personalities and stories. My latest client is “H”, an older and incredibly articulate submissive who suffers from erectile dysfunction. He paid for a 30 minute video session but I gave more time because he was so inquisitive and interesting. I love when a submissive takes a genuine interest in me because I always have a genuine interest in them. “H” was curious about my orgasms, about what pleased me, about what I felt when having sex. He reminded me of a doctor with a fabulous bedside manner who would take the time to ask about your symptoms in order to better diagnose the problem. “H” and I talked for 45 minutes and yes, he wanted to get off so there absolutely was an ulterior motive, but his interest was genuine and the admiration of his Goddess quite real.
I got to the end of the session, left him with a little extra something to imagine and fantasize over and went on my way. I do so hope to see him again!!
Over the past several months I encountered submissives who believe that the dominant/submissive role is a one-way street, that is, I am to provide a service to them but they do not provide anything in return. This could not be further from the truth or my expectations.
Yes, I understand that you pay for a session or two, however, what you pay for is the privilege of serving me. So in essence, what you are doing, is providing me with pleasure that is more important than your own.
I have several submissive’s who make the claim that their sole desire in our relationship is to make my life as carefree and luxurious as possible, however, when pressed to do so, they take it as a personal affront and usually back off or shy away. When confronted about their stated desires versus their actions, they provide a myriad of excuses why they can’t, but not a single reason why they can. I would rather have a submissive be honest and say that he is not in a position to make my life as comfortable as I would like. I can handle that. But to make the continual promises with no follow through means that the submissive is only doing this for his pleasure and not for mine.
The value and beauty of submission in this relationship is that the submissive puts me first and derives his pleasure from that dynamic. If he chooses not to do that, then he is not truly a submissive but merely someone who wishes to have an hour or two for his pleasure, with no regard for mine. In that case, is he truly a submissive? I do not think so.
Submissive’s continually come to me with ulterior motive’s and no desire to share what those motives are. I would much rather have one say, “I seek humiliation purely for my own pleasure” than to say, “I will do anything to please you and make your life better” and not do so.
I will admit there’s a fine line between the dynamic of a paying submissive and a paying submissive who wishes to indulge my pleasure. But as I continue to develop and evolve as a dominatrix, I find that the only submissives I’m truly interested in are those who have a genuine interest in my pleasure first.
I have many submissives, some are experienced and know exactly what they love, others need guidance and direction. My favorite submissive and most dependable is submissive “G”. He has come such a long way in a matter of months and I think his relationship with his Domme is exactly what he needs. Here is his latest entry into FetLife.
I entered chastity for Mommy this week. Right now I have spent a full day locked up and am loving it! Its something so physical and constant that reminds me of Mommy, and how my life is controlled by her.
In our last session I was able to talk through a lot of issues I’ve been having recently. I’ve been transitioning into a new job, and although it’s a great fit and wonderful opportunity, but it was causing me a lot of anxiety. Mommy helped me work through my self-doubt, and told me things I needed to hear. I know Mommy cares about me, and embracing my life as a sub makes me so much happier. I want to focus only on Mommy, on earning more for her, becoming more productive and successful in every facet of life. Mommy has wonderful plans for me, things I am sure I would never accomplish without her guidance.
-The Black Widow
It’s always interesting to dig back into the archives and desk drawers to find remnants and reminders of some of the first sessions I conducted. Some of these submissives have long since disappeared with no further trace and pulling out these old notes brings on a bit of melancholy because I do truly wonder what happened to them and what their lives have become. Several of them were sent on their way because they started to become too familiar and demanding, trying to top from the bottom and not understanding or respecting the protocol that comes with a Domme/submissive relationship.
Here are some of the notes that I found. Enjoy them for what they are, tributes of their class and respect for their position.
The quality of submissives, slaves and cuckolds in Manhattan are unlike any other place. Maybe it’s because of the sheer volume of people, which is quite likely a factor, but there’s also an openness about sexuality, fetishes and alternative lifestyles that you don’t see in other cities.
We met two new cuckolds, generous and quite submissive. There’s nothing quite like getting a pathetic submissive so worked up and then denying him the pleasure he so craves.
Cuck #2, as we’ll call him for this writing, showed with flowers and a small gift. Meeting at the bar, he presented his offering and asked permission to sit, which was granted in a very dismissive manner. The bartender immediately noticed, as did the two patrons sitting just off to the corner. Once allowed to sit, he was told to order a cranberry & vodka, no lime, which he did, all the while, playing the part magnificently. His existence was a mere inconvenience because the Bull sitting across the room was the target of desire.
This was a man who could satisfy and as the evening progressed, they started to talk and became increasingly less concerned with the cuck and more intent on satisfying their hedonistic pleasures at the expense of this useless cuckold.
Upon arriving in the hotel room, the cuck was ordered to fluff the Bull, humiliating even further. The Queen slowly raised the zipper that went from the hem of her skirt to the waist, exposing a panty-less ass. The Queen’s heels, a finely crafted pair of Louboutin shoes, shined to perfection and a true indicator of the Queen’s sophistication. As the cuck fluffed the Bull, she watched approvingly. As she cinched the harness to her waist and thighs, she became aroused, reached over, grabbed the Bull by the back of the head and kissed him passionately, intentionally stepping on the cuck’s chest.
The cuck was ordered to get off the floor and bend over the bed. The “do not disturb” sign was intentionally left off the door with the knowledge that the staff would pay an afternoon visit to make sure the room was clean. This frightened and excited him both. Once he was on the bed, the Queen positioned herself on all fours, with her pussy just inches from his face. The Bull mounted her from behind, rhythmically and slowly pounding her and gradually pounding harder and harder until her ponytail swung from side to side and the cuck’s excitement grew to the point of orgasm. She grabbed his throat with her gloved hand and squeezed, cutting off the air.
“You don’t breathe until he cums, so hope it happens soon”, she snarled at him, her fingers tightening. Now, the Bull was pounding rapidly and more intensely and she could feel the beginning of her first orgasm. Sessions like this typically brought on multiple and ever increasing orgasms, sometimes ten or more. She exploded and immediately began to feel the next and the next and the next. Now the cucks face was red because of the lack of oxygen and she gripped even harder and she felt the Bull’s cock starting to throb and the frequency of his thrusts slowing, indicating he was close to a massive explosion inside of her. Within a minute, she felt that explosion and gripped the cuck’s neck even tighter telling him, “now you’re going to taste him” letting the cum drip from her pussy and onto his face.
And then he was ordered to leave. “Maybe I’ll come home tonight, but not likely. I’d rather spend it with a real man”.