Saturday, July 31, 2010

Beating Meat

Sometimes when I'm alone
with no Domme or Dom of my own
I imagine my slavery in ropes
or chains to a collar and my hopes

I straddle an open toilet as I dangle
with lube, oils or lotions I gently strangle
the neck of my cock
thinking of a owner turns me hard as rocks

The faster I beat
and squat down lower with my meat
my balls begin to bounce
as I think of a lover trouncing

I imagine my hand is Hers or His
my balls bouncing to rhythm is
the throbbing of my beating meat
on that white toilet seat

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Missed Mistress

I was recently on a trip and missed a huge opportunity to possibly meet my new owner. We had met through the Internet and she liked my blog here. We exchanged pictures and I have to admit she was beautiful. She had dominating eyes, a fact I told her, and a smile that said, "I already own your ass."

She had simple request, a first meeting with no promise of anything else. We were to meet at a local restaurant so she could evaluate my potential. For about an hour before the meeting I was walking around my hotel with a huge erection. Keep in mind that I haven't been owned in forever and to be honest I'm getting tired of beating it on the toilet seat. She had said there would be nothing but dinner, but I imagined all sorts of things.

I had ideas that she would slide her food under the dinner table and tap my balls, or that I would be so impressive that she would say to hell with her own rules and take me home to a bondage experience that I never could have believed in happening. Sadly, my borrowed car had other ideas.

I went down to leave the hotel and found my car would not start. As much as I tried, I couldn't get it to start. I ended up having to call my potential Mistress and tell her the situation. She hoped things would get better and asked that we try to get together again before I had to leave. Unfortunately, my car needed extensive repairs and I never was able to get together.

Shortly after returning to the Dallas area, I learned from an email that my potential Mistress may have found a new slave. I was saddened, but understanding. I hoped that she was the type of Mistress who would want an entire stable of slaves. Needless to say, it is very hard (well, yes that too) to find an owner these days!