tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78303179829553488982023-11-16T04:04:57.722-08:00Texas Dog SlaveA slave for a male or female seeking ownership.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-48561506795896547742020-06-02T13:54:00.001-07:002020-06-02T13:54:50.569-07:00Am I Simply a "Top Sub" Now? Lately, I have had some changes in my feelings, and I guess you could say I have had changes in my abilities. The older I get, the more I seem to be claustrophobic. I discussed this in an earlier post a year or so ago on this blog, but now it seems intense. <br />
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I can no longer stand to get bound up in sheets or tight places without starting to panic. While I do not have a Mistress right now, I have tried to lay down and imagine myself tied to a bed. During that time I have found more and more panic type feelings. When I look at pictures of males tied up and imagine myself in those positions, it gets hard to breathe and I start to panic again. This is not a good sign obviously for a male submissive. But there is more...<br />
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I've also found myself very attracted to females in bondage. Sometimes the idea of having a submissive of my own causes a stir that I have not had before. I find myself imagining owning her, dominating her, pulling her back by her hair, and even tieing her down. There seems to be no reason for it or a specific woman in mind. I can see myself as Dom for a heavy set woman, a thinking woman, big-breasted, small-breasted, blond, redhead, etc. It just seems the idea of dominating a woman is getting stronger, but it gets into more...<br />
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I've also found myself thinking about dominating a man. Naturally, at my age for some reason I see myself having a twenty-thirty-year-old well-toned submissive male tied down with a rock hard erection sticking up in the middle of the bed. <br />
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There is no way of knowing if my changes mean I'm no longer submissive or not. I still am attracted to the idea of a woman dominating me. I still have my chastity device and think someday she will put it on me when she collars me, but I am fearful of a Domme who might want to tie me down. Who knows, maybe I have just reached an age where a good Domme needs two submissives...you know, as long as one is the rope one and I get to be the Top-Sub. Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-35084636903965035652019-10-03T18:54:00.000-07:002019-10-03T18:54:02.815-07:00October's Locktober Is Here!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's that time of year again when it's time to challenge that submissive man, husband, boyfriend, or boy toy to the ultimate challenge - Locktober! Each year the post starts flying on Twitter and other social media. Loctober is here. The next thing you know, everyone has a post with pictures of locked up cocks in them. There's fat cocks, small cocks, long cocks, and short cocks, and they all find themselves locked up and loving it for the month. <br />
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Have you tried it yet? If not, now is your chance. It's a lot easier than you think, especially with a month to celebrate. Some guys want it, but they just don't know how to tell their partners about it. Well, now you have an entire month. I'd suggest the following start-up conversations:<br />
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"Hey, honey. It's Loctober. Did you know that is when you're supposed to lock your man up in a chastity device for the month? Isn't that a cool celebration?"<br />
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There you go, the dialogue is open. You can now roll with it. If she, or he, calls it "sick," "crazy," or just "dumb," then you know where you stand. However, if they open up the discussion, then tell them your desires and wants.<br />
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Now, for those of you never locked up, let me tell you how this is going to go. Your significant other is going to have a key to your chastity device, and your little dicky is going to be locked. No erection, no pop-ups during the day, and certainly no masturbation. If your Keyholder is good, she or he will not let you have the key - even when you're begging in three to five days for relief. That's right, if you have never done this before, that urge to have a satisfying tent in your pants is going to hit you, and it's going to wallop you hard...Yeah, pun intended here.<br />
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You're going to get horny as hell. This is the time when the Keyholder finds out exactly what you will do to get out. She or he needs to take full advantage of this. That's right, you're going to suck dick or lick that heavenly cave. You're going to beg, lick, suck, kiss, and do anything you can think of to get out. If your keyholder is wise, he or she will have the greatest month of satisfaction ever in their life. That's right because you - that little locked up cock - is going to do anything they say. If she says, "Kiss my ass," you're going to cover it with kisses, "Lick my feet," guess what? You're on the ground doing it. You sir...are a submissive and owned chastity slave now for Locktober.<br />
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So, make your partner's month and introduce him or her to Locktober. I promise you at the end when you get out, not only will be horny as hell, you'll likely blow that big load just thinking about all you did for the one you love.<br />
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Now, if you're like me and you have no mistress, you can find several services online that will hold your key - usually for a fee. You can reach out to friends or others to hold it. As for this Locktober, I'll be spending nights alone and writing so I can bring you more stories and more excitement on Kindle. Be sure to look me up with keywords (key - see what I did there?) like "Doug Thomas, Femdom" "Doug Thomas, Femdom Trials," and naturally the book for this month "Locking Todd Up" by me! Enjoy and get locked up!Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-80491982902322138932018-11-01T12:14:00.000-07:002018-11-01T12:14:11.759-07:00Books, Books, BooksIt's been awhile since I posted here on my blog and I felt it was time to update everyone. I would love to say that I've been so busy serving my Master or Mistress that I have not had time to right, but that's not true. I'm still without a collar - just a little information there - and still lonely.
The good news is I've been working on some books. Based on my experiences and keeping in line with my Femdom leanings, I've written four books that are currently on Amazon. I've mentioned them here before, but I want to review the three that are specifically Femdom in nature.
My first book was "Femdom Trials". It's the story of Mark as he prepares to take the last three trials, and very public trials they are, to become a full slave. Once he becomes a slave, he will give up everything he was before. No money, no credit, no belongings, no status as it will all be transferred to the school that taught him to fulfill his submissive side. He will then be auctioned off or taken away - if he has already been sold - and become the property of a female dominant somewhere in the world. He may be branded, castrated, pierced or otherwise modified for his new owner- he will no longer have any say, but first he must pass his final Femdom Trials. It is available in all languages and in easy to read digital print at<br />
Amazon. <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BPWMKKL">Femdom Trials</a> is here!<br />
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My second book was a follow up and is titled "Femdom Trials II". Mark's adventure has only just started. Imagine if you made it through the trials, you gave up everything and then found out that your high school girlfriend, the one you dumped, is now your new owner! She owns Mark's balls, his cock, his very life and she has plans. She intends to humiliate, rule, and oversee Mark in ways he had never imagined. Soon he will find he's on a new path and his former high school girlfriend will not only have the ultimate revenge, but she really will have Mark by his balls for the rest of his life! <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GL7WRN3">Femdom Trials II</a> is also on Amazon!<br />
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My third book leaves Mark behind and moves on to Todd. Todd has a great relationship that appears to be dying, but when his girlfriend finds the Internet porn on his computer, she knows exactly what to do. She gets the advice she needs, she gets the tools she needs, and she locks Todd's cock up. Todd's going to wake up to a new world where he only gets out when she says. <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07HQPMXRD">Locking Todd</a> Up is also at Amazon.<br />
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Make my day and yours, take time to read my newest book on Kindle - you can get the app and read it also without a Kindle!
Carrie was left at the altar. Her life was destroyed, she started drinking, and finally started counseling. But sometimes counseling can open doors you never know you had. When Carrie's doors open, her entire life changes. This short story is meant to get you thinking and boiling and it's only 99 cents. As sales go up, Carrie will return for a more intense journey.
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<a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07C2ZBSMX">Finding Herself</a>Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-52029062498058639822018-03-28T12:00:00.001-07:002018-03-28T12:00:28.099-07:00Femdom Trials ReleasedHi all!
I've released <i>Femdom Trials</i>. It's my first book and I'd love for you all to buy it, read it and write a review.
If you have Kindle, you may also qualify to read it for free. Just check in and see!
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<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Femdom-Trials-Doug-Thomas-ebook/dp/B07BPWMKKL/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1522263584&sr=1-1&keywords=Femdom+Trials&dpID=41lAkxE2%252BTL&preST=_SY445_QL70_&dpSrc=srch">Femdom Trials</a>Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-14424312367145257432018-02-28T17:16:00.002-08:002018-02-28T17:16:10.351-08:00New Amazon BookI have good news. Soon I will publish my first Amazon E-Book. This book is guaranteed to get your juices pumping and most likely your hand. It will be a short book and as such it will be moderately priced. If you are interested, let me know by commenting, but I'll be putting a link up soon.
Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-86250174739331813872017-04-17T06:46:00.000-07:002017-04-17T06:46:30.713-07:00Locked Up for .....NobodyIt's been awhile since I have posted here, but to be honest I have been swamped with work. I've also been constantly looking for a new owner. I must admit, it's hard....no pun intended...to find an owner in this world. Everyone seems only interested in financial slaves. Well anyway, here's what I've been up to...
I decided about two weeks ago now to lock myself up. I still have a nice, plastic chastity cage. It has the standard lock on top and fits in such a way to allow my balls to be slightly pushed out. I can still use the restroom and have honestly had it off for cleaning, but otherwise I have worn it constantly.
Now, if you know anything about these plastic cages, then you know the steel lock clicks each time you walk. In other words it's like you're announcing to the world that you have something metal in your pants. The best way to remedy this little problem is to wrap some tissue around the lock, and tape it on. Once done, it muffles the clicking sound when you walk.
So, it's been two weeks of cock-binding, hard-on killing, chastity so far. I'm thinking of going for a month and then seeing what sort of load I can produce. As I get older, I find changes occurring daily to my sexual abilities. Let me tell you something Doms....while you're out there pound as much ass and as much pussy as you can. When you find yourself older, you'll just be happy to have some little slut fondling your balls.
Well, I digress. It's time to go take the cock out and clean it again. I'll try to keep you updated and maybe even post a picture of the load when it comes time. Just remember, this is for nobody....maybe you'd like to be in control????
Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-25776522875787200322015-11-30T15:22:00.003-08:002015-11-30T15:22:45.835-08:00Claustrophobia and the Aging Slave<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySm7XuxjMvuavyRN-GPuuEwo3NgC3MsUfIS-1ZL6ZXI529ujF8xG64p37hEXV_J9NHmteUOMLkjRdd-TzlyxT1f4tMD4w1pt-cIZVq8NzF7pfWnMw_lereCKJxe90Yix6ZTKRMDP62qc/s1600/claustr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySm7XuxjMvuavyRN-GPuuEwo3NgC3MsUfIS-1ZL6ZXI529ujF8xG64p37hEXV_J9NHmteUOMLkjRdd-TzlyxT1f4tMD4w1pt-cIZVq8NzF7pfWnMw_lereCKJxe90Yix6ZTKRMDP62qc/s200/claustr.jpg" /></a></div>It seems the older I get, the more claustrophobic I feel as my erections seem to wane and fail. Perhaps it is diet, age, or a lack of physical exercise but the two issues seem to go hand-in-hand. I had recently noticed a claustrophobic feeling in elevators, closed spaces, and even in small showers. I would start to feel a panic and even a constriction on my breathing. Now, for a slave who has been wrapped in plastic wrap, tied completely, hog tied and even shoved into tiny cages, this is not a good thing to feel. I was even reading about a Domme who puts her male slaves into small box like cages complete with butt plugs and dildos that provide water and I started to panic! I started to think, "Oh crap, what if a future owner wanted to do this to me?"
The other matter I face is the waning or apparently dying off of the mighty erection. There was a time when I could simply think about a Master or Mistress standing over me and instantly spring to erection life! Now even the thought of a good knee in the balls does little for my cock and it's need to rise up. In fact, it seems he lays around more than he shoots up these days. I read an erotic story, and he just stays flat. I think about a Mistress riding my ass into the ground, and he stays down. I recently spoke to one Mistress who would find this nice since she does not equate sexuality with any form of BDSM. While that's nice, I have to admit that I got into being a submissive because it aroused me. I didn't run around and think, "Wow, what would it feel like if a Master spanked by balls with that paddle?" just for the hell of thinking about it. No, like other slaves it caused me to spring to life.
I guess as I see it, I have a couple of choices. First, I could live with the claustrophobia and have my Masters or Mistress put it to good use for their entertainment and my torture. I could also live with the limp cock and allow it to be amusement for a Master or Mistress. I could resort to medications for both. I could allow some aspiring Mistress or Master to finally own me completely and have a medical castration performed. Or, finally I could become dominant and select willing young men and women as my own slaves, teach them the ways of being a slave, and maybe occasionally allow them a moment of dominance to meet my submissive needs.
Whatever the decision is I make, one thing is for sure....I'm not the horny 30 year old slave that I once was. I have to accept age and time and maybe somewhere a collar will have my name on it still. Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-34513109359990938492015-01-07T13:02:00.000-08:002015-01-07T13:02:51.211-08:00Google Censorship Hello friends. I am sad to report today that Google has suspended my profile because it violates their Porn policies. I would have assumed that I would have violated them years ago! LOL However, I went into my policy, deleted pictures, changed the profile tag lines and took out reference to being a BDSM submissive slave. We'll wait to see what happens
In the meantime, I will continue to blog here and keep you update with memories, thoughts and other information. If you wish to contact me, please do so and remember Twitter still believes in Free Speech as does several other blog sites. Who knows, I might move before long back to Yahoo....never had this happen on Yahoo.
To my fellow subs - hugs. To the Doms and Dommes out there - a gentle kiss to your feet. I'll be back soon.
DougDoughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-24111662083305638102014-12-12T18:45:00.001-08:002014-12-12T18:45:13.981-08:00Christmas Time PostWell it's been awhile since I've been able to post. Some of you may know that I was in a bad wreck a few months ago. Banged me up pretty good...and not in the "good" way. Once I got over that, I was on the road. I think the company I work for saved all my work for my return. Naturally, it was shortly after this that I met a beautiful woman interested in collaring me. Yes, as you can imagine, that made me rock hard again. Anyway, right after we talked, I was off on work everywhere and it seems like each time we try to connect either she is out of town or I'm on the road. I'm confident though that someday soon I'll find myself with a leash leading from her hand to my collar as I kneel in front of her.
On the other side, I hope everyone has a great Christmas. If you have time read through some of my old post and we'll see you all soon. Maybe the next time I post, it will be a story about how my Mistress treats me....until then, don't lose the key.
Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-4015862756155910192014-04-06T18:45:00.001-07:002014-04-06T19:08:37.212-07:00In BDSM, When Does Play Become Abuse?I recently posted a question to different social media outlets with various answers. The question was simple, "When, for you, does play cross over into abuse?" So far on some outlets I've received answers like the following:
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When the safe word is ignored.
When you reach the limits of your sub and force him or her beyond.
Depends on the relationship.
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I think ultimately I like the last answer best. I once wrote about castration on this blog to have a Domme inform me that was cruel and wrong. Her comment is still attached to the post and I respect her for it. I don't know if I always agree. It think the last answer above would be best because it does depend on the relationship.
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Take for example my relationship with my Mistress. If you remember she passed away several years ago now. We had a positive relationship and met often. We were moving toward complete submission. By complete submission, I mean I was willing to get married. She had arranged for a friend to conduct the ceremony and for us to live together in Memphis. It was a very exciting time and we talked about a lot of things.
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For us, tattoos were going to be a must. She wanted a wedding ring tattooed on each of our hands. I would have a ring on my ring finger that said, "Angie's". She would have a ring on hers that said, "Doug". In case you didn't catch it, she had the possessive "'s" and I did not...cute, uh? lol. Anyway. She further wanted a tattoo on my cock with her name. I'll be honest, I was worried about that one. I could just feel the needles pricking into my prick! I honestly did not know if I could handle it.
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Finally we had agreed to two final points in our relationship. First, I would take her last name. That's natural for a sub to do in my world, and I know several who have done this. We also agreed that within one year, I would have my sperm frozen and kept on file for future possible offspring we might agree to. We had talked about the possibility of having children and not exposing them to our world. For all they would know, we were husband and wife like any other couple. The reason for having the sperm frozen was a safeguard. Angie, for all the love I had of her and the fun she had with my balls, had toyed with the idea of having me castrated. She had a family member who was a physician and she knew some of the benefits of castration, such as longer life, etc. She also knew that I could be kept fit by injections and that everything would still work with those injections. She said that by having the sperm stored, I would never know if and when she might decide to, as she used to like to joke, take me to the vet and have me fixed. In other words it was the excitement of never knowing. I might go in for a routine physical and come out a Eunuch at anytime.
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Initially, I was concerned about this, but then again I loved my Mistress. This was also not an abusive situation. She was not going to cut my balls off during play and leave me to bleed to death. She wasn't going to beat me unconscious for me to wake up with a vet standing over me to remove my testicles. There had always been a lot of cock play. She had a large knife that she called her "Cock Cutting Knife" and she toyed with me often; however, it never went too far. We still had a safe word and she still respected me. To some, the idea of having my testicles removed might seem terrible...to me it was play. It was never abuse.
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I've seen people who were abused. I know of one submissive who had his jaw broken when his Mistress hit him. That, to me, was extreme abuse. Was the act of slapping him abusive? Not necessarily, but certainly the broken jaw was abusive. Had Angie tied me down and cut my balls off, I would have been abused, but I don't think I would have if I agreed in a safe environment. Fortunately, Angie was never abusive to me. We talked about everything from tattoos to castration, to Prince Alberts. I never felt forced and I never felt abused; however, for some people, waking up to find their Mistress' family member about to remove testicles would have been abusive. I don't feel it would have been at that point in the relationship, but then again that's me. It would have been for other reasons. I'm not even sure it would have ever happened. After all Angie always said one of the things she loved was CBT and CBT without balls is just Cock Torture.....and where's the fun in that?
Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-31604077910411543502014-03-02T22:35:00.001-08:002014-03-02T22:35:22.459-08:00Slaves down on Lonely StreetIt was a 1950s Elvis Presley song that sounded out the words, "I'm down at the end of Lonely Street...." It seems that is where a lot of submissive men find them themselves these days....hanging out on Lonely Street. The fact is it's easy for a female submissive or female domme to find an abundance of Doms, Domme's or slaves. It's harder for the male submissive to find a Dom or Domme.
I would like to think that there are simply more fewer submissive women and fewer Doms and Domme's out there than there are submissive men, but that simply wouldn't make much sense. It seems hard to believe that all the slaves hanging out on Lonely Street are fat, middle-aged men with fantasies of some hot young Domme spanking them....only to find that when reality sets in they chicken out. I simply can not believe they are all simple computer geeks hiding behind keyboards....there's bound to be a pool of real slaves seeking.
Unfortunately for those real slaves like myself, when we do get out on twitter (Slave_4_Collar) or out on Yahoo and Google, ninety percent of the time I find Domme's seeking a dime only. There are tons of these Dommes out there. They will tell you what to do as long as you provide the financial follow up. I had a recent conversation with one that told me to go jack off in a cup, drink it, and buy her a tribute to show my gratitude for her allowing me to cum. Consequently, I jacked off, I drank it and I did not send any tribute. Sorry, I just can't pay from back here on Lonely Street.
So the question becomes, what's a sub to do? Does he just give up and try to find his own submissive woman or man that he can occasionally switch roles with to get his own thrills? Would it be better to just give up and find a nice mate? Maybe pop the submissive side later in the relationship and see what happens? Or is the sub doomed to stay on Lonely Street forever? To tell the truth, I haven't found the answer. I maintain this blog in hopes of feedback. Even when I get feedback that says something like, "If you were mine, I'd...." it's nice. Even if that person has no intention of ever placing a collar around my neck, it's cool to know people are reading. Too often, I hope back into my blog and find there's been a good readership with no comments.
I've also noticed on my blog that the more I describe my self training, or sexual acts completed alone, the more feedback I get. So if I describe how I sometimes tie a belt around my neck, pull it tight, and then jack off while I'm starting to black out, have a huge cum, and wake up to find the belt loose and cum splattered across my legs, more people will respond. But ultimately, like so many slaves down on Lonely Street, I want more.
I want to have a Domme or Dom that I can wake up at the foot of the bed and serve breakfast too, that I can massage in a large tub, that will force me to wear a cock cage despite my throbbing hard on each time I think about them, and maybe in the end an owner that will remove that cage from time-to-time and allow me to pump it with a belt or noose tight around my neck and balls. I know, it all sounds like too much, but somewhere out there there is a Dom or Domme who is searching for that slave that is me....maybe if you meet them, you can just point them down Lonely Street.
Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-40878523258938966502013-12-03T21:22:00.002-08:002014-01-29T12:39:40.518-08:00Self Preparations for a new Master or MistressAfter many years of serving Masters and Mistress I can tell you one thing that is true about all of them. They are all different. Some of them want their slaves bald from top to bottom, some want fat slaves, some want thin slaves, some want hairy slaves, and some want cut and some want uncut slaves. Each Master or Mistress is an individual....if you want to be a slave you have to remember that. While you are basically nothing, or I should say that you have no real say, your Master or Mistress will have specific things they want you to be, do, and/or fulfill. However, regardless of an Owner's preference, there is a few things you can do to be ready, regardless of their expectations. Keep in mind, don't do these if you know it's against an Owner's preference.<br>
Here You Go:
1. Be neat - shave your face, have your hair groomed (regardless of length) trim your public hair. If you have hair everywhere, leave it if you don't know...even if your Master or Mistress turns out to want you clean shaven, it's easier to do it after you know, than to do it before. However, the two areas you want neat is your face and your pubic area. Trim all the hair around your cock and balls, but no reason to go clean shaven unless you know in advance. Female slaves, shave your legs, and trim your bush. Let's be honest, a new Master or Mistress isn't going to like hairy legs and if they do end up examining your bush, you don't want them to have to go through a jungle to see the prize.<br>
2. Dress neat - they are looking at not only how neat your body is, but what sort of looker are you in public. Wear nice clothing. Jeans should be neat, shirts pressed. Treat meeting a potential Mistress or Master as if you're going to an interview....because you are. Now, don't go to a biker bar like this, or to a corporate meeting, but in a general meeting, like a restaurant, small bar, etc, be neat and appear decent. Females should also dress neat, but you may decide to wear an attractive dress. No major rings or ear rings, be modest in this area. Wearing your Gor slave bracelet might be nice, unless your potential owner has no idea what Gor is, then it's just a waste.<br>
3. Be honest - If you're fat, you're fat. Don't send them a picture of a super model and tell them you are going to rock their world if your tits bounce on your knees when you jog. Men, don't send them a picture of someone's tight abs and huge cock, if you're flabby with a fat cock. Nothing will turn a Master or Mistress off more than that.<br>
4. As questions - simple questions during a meeting should be okay. Such things as "What do you seek in a slave?" "What is your ideal night with your slave?" "Is this a domestic slave, or sexual slave?" "What aspects of my life do you want to control?" Remember, while you are submissive, you still have to be happy or the relationship will just be boring for you both.<br>
Final thoughts- be attracted to the person. If you are that hot blond, or hot guy and you show up and the guy weighs in at three hundred and has cheese dripping off his face, is this a turn on for your? Is this guy going to get your motor running by paddling your ass or making you masturbate while he watches. The bottom line is the relationship of a slave and Master or Mistress is a "Relationship". You have to be happy. I have personally had heavy set Mistresses, skinny ones, and neat looking Masters. I am, however, very open as a slave. My Mistress, the one many of you may have read about that died a few years ago, was heavy set in a wheelchair. To me it was very erotic to be owned and told what to do by someone bound to a wheelchair. It was intoxicating and my cock spent most of the time at attention and begging for more attention. I don't know if I could do that again at this point in my life. I am, however, looking for someone who will dominate me emotionally, but sexually as well. If I'm attracted to him or her, then we're on the right track, if I'm not, then I'm doing a potential Master or Mistress a disservice to try to serve.<br>
I hope this helps you as you're looking for your new Master or Mistress....as for me, I'm still hanging out there in the wind and searching. Maybe my King or Queen will come along soon.<br>Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-71116739084815850262013-10-29T08:06:00.000-07:002013-10-29T08:06:28.378-07:00Denial Experiment The other day I decided to do some experimenting. It has been awhile since I did much of anything other than jack off. I would do the usual as a sub with no home. I would stand over the toilet, stand in the shower, lay back on the bed, kneel down on the floor. You know, pretty much wherever I wanted to go. So I decided for something a little different.
Since I have no owner at this time to control when I cum, I decided to do it myself. I purchased a nice cock cage, put it on, snapped the lock and then put the key away. It didn't take too long to realize how uncomfortable those things are for daily use. I had forgotten how awkward they can be to wear under clothing etc. Being as sexual as I am, I had also forgotten how restrictive they are. Erections are dead with these little babies on as you can imagine.
After a week, I decided that it was time to take a break. I wanted to see if a a man in his forties could still pump off as much after being denied as I did say in my younger years. I had no illusion about shooting the headboard like I did when I was eighteen, but at least it was worth I shot (no pun intended).
So, I decided to go with a gay porn domination site. You know I found one of those where the muscle boy is spread out on a table and some big bear is torturing his balls. I thought this is perfect. Now, since I'm not gay at heart (usually a plus for a male dominant by the way) and I prefer a female owner, using the gay site was a way to test and see how effective the device had been.
I turned on the pictures and set them to scroll over the screen. I then unlocked the device and allowed myself to pop free. Needless to say I went instantly hard as I imagined I was the young muscle stud in pictures. I reached over and got a little K-Y and started stroking.
Within just a few seconds, I could feel my stomach muscles tightening and my hips lifting slightly off the bed. I tried to maintain my gaze at the screen, but it was no use. My own sexual urges had exceeded those of the young stud on the screen who was now having some sort of shock device touch his balls. I felt myself edging closer to climax and as I did, I pumped faster.
Like most sessions, I began to imagine myself as the sub to some great dominant person. I imagined that He or She had me in front of all their friends and had decided I had to jack off for their amusement. Within seconds of that imagine entering my mind I exploded.
It felt fantastic and my experiment was a success. I had not felt that time of ejaculation in years. A little denial had led to a huge explosion. As I took a wash cloth, got up and moved toward the bathroom, I looked back at the bed for a moment. Right there on the corner of the headboard was a small, slow moving stream of white juice making its way downward. It wasn't as much as when I was an eighteen year old slave to Mrs. Penny, but it was a stream nonetheless....Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-5730696123905972062013-07-16T22:15:00.002-07:002013-07-16T22:15:49.434-07:00Story: Time DomNathan watched the bead of sweat slip from his neck, onto his chest and glide slowly toward his firm pecs. "Perfect," he thought as he watched in mirror. Just as the bead rolled over the top of his nipple, he swiped it away with his finger. He turned and looked to Charles. "Bout done?"<br><br>
Charles wasn't the time to sit by and watch his sweat slide down his own nipples. He was hard at work pumping the iron into the air over his head. His shoulders ached, but it was the kind of ache they needed to keep him in optimal shape. He pushed the weights high into the air, glanced at Nathan and said, "Weights off." The weights disappeared into thin air. Just one of the many benefits of holographic technology and what it could do for the world.<br><br>
"So, what are you thinking about doing," Nathan asked. He was putting on his slimming shirt while maintaing a constant view of himself in mirror.<br><br>
Charles picked up a round disk and pushed the button. It flickered for a moment and then a picture of a young woman dressed in full armor appeared standing there on disk. She was wearing bright silver armor, a helmet and hold a sword. For a moment Nathan did not realize what period the dress was from, but then it occurred to him and he smiled. "Who is she," he asked?<br><br>
"That my dear boy," Charles said as he flicked off the image. "Is one Joan or Arc, or at least it is her during her heyday."<br><br>
"She was what...about eighteen when she died?" Nathan continued to dress.<br><br>
"Nineteen, with long flowing red hair and rumor has it a cherry that's never been popped," he winked at Nathan. "At least not according to history."<br><br>
Nathan sat down and shook his head. "You know the rules. You can't mess with anyone who might have an impact on history. If you go to this girl, you run the risk of being fined or even prison time."<br><br>
Charles sat down and smiled. He moved closer as if to tell a big secret. "She was in chains in jail under the watch of guards. It's thought that she had schizophrenia or even some other mental illness. It's perfect. I slip in as a guard, use this little saint and slip out. I'll even give her something to make her a little more delusional for the execution."<br><br>
"You know she was burned at the stake, right?"<br><br>
"Sure," Charles shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me. I'm just looking to add a little more history to my life."<br><br>
Nathan laughed out loud. "Add a little more history to your life? You mean like you did that Betty Page girl you visited in the past?"<br><br>
Charles smiled as he remembered, "Yeah, she was a straight arrow model, but a little time in front of her master and in chains and she was ready to model it for the world."<br><br>
Heading to the door, Nathan added, "Well, just be careful. Screw with the wrong submissive in the past at the wrong time and you'll end up someone's sub in our time." He winked, "They'd likely give you cock and ass to me just for punishment."<br><br>
End Part I Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-73464213195724507452013-07-08T21:23:00.001-07:002013-07-08T21:23:46.652-07:00BDSM VisitorsHi all...your Texas Dog Slave here.
I just wanted to thank everyone for reading. As you may know blogspot has a page that tells how many visitors have been to a site. On average we see anywhere from a low 30 visitors a day up to 85-100 a day. This all adds up to over 43,000 page visits since this site started. I am so grateful to all of you for visiting. All the Doms and Domme's out there taking time, thank you. All the fellow slaves or want-to-be slaves, thank you for reading too.
My initial quest as you know was to simply make contact with a new Dom or Domme seeking an experienced bondage pet. To this date, I have not found one. I find it interesting that with over 43,000 visitors, most do not seem interested in linking up. While I could continue to tell you all the experiences I've had over the years, I'm considering changing direction and simply doing bondage fiction throughout most of the site. This, as a mix of real life and potential life, might give the Domme and Doms out there looking some ideas. It might give the slaves something to consider, and it might give the want-to-be's something to help you make it through...well, the night I guess. Over the next few weeks there will be a poll (not that kind of poll) on this page to the right. Please vote on how you would like this site to go. If I don't get a lot of votes, then I may let it go dormant. I don't think it really matters how many readers I have if I can't connect with you on individual basis.
So, please look over the poll and consider voting. Thanks!
Yours (could be with a brand new collar)
dougDoughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-13969756543400960692013-07-02T13:38:00.001-07:002013-07-02T13:38:26.921-07:00When BDSM Slaves Grow OldI was recently considering my own life. I started in this world of service when I was in my late teens. All through my youth I had yearned to "be lead" and controlled. By the time I was 19 I was in a couple of photo shoots in the Dallas area. I was being used on a regular basis for fun and parties and in my mid-20's I already had a master and two mistresses. Then, as many of you know, I met in my mid 30's a wonderful Mistress in a wheelchair. She controlled me for the next several years before she died.
Now I am faced at 45 with few prospects. It seems that most of the Dominant men and women seek young slaves. They seem to want that 19-25 year old range so they can "grow" them up and make them the slave they want. And, I must admit that at 45 my jewels dangle a little more than they used too.... But, overall I feel like I have a lot to offer. There has been some young women, interested in learning, approach me. Sadly, even though they were in the 19-30 range, none of them were serious about having a slave. They all basically wanted to "play with the idea" of having a male serve them. I remember one college co-ed that was 21 a couple of years ago meeting with me. We met in her dorm and then went to her room. When I knelt down in front of her, she asked me what I was doing. I responded that I was showing respect and assuming my position of service. Turns out she wanted her dorm room cleaned. I completed the task upon which she said, "Damn, you really will do anything won't you. Well, you're not fucking me tonight." I tried to explain that having intercourse was not my goal...although with this young lady I would not have had a problem with that had I been ordered to do so....but instead it was to serve. She laughed and hurried me out the door saying something about me being "too old for anything other than cleaning."
The bottom line (no pun intended) is that an old slave can sometimes be the best. He or she knows what to do and how to do it. The old slave can introduce the young dominant to a world of pleasure, fun, and and eventually, after a little reverse training, the young dominate will hold a leash to a collar of a well trained, and collared, dedicated older slave.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-89679282885368368232013-07-01T21:43:00.000-07:002013-07-01T21:43:13.395-07:00Condom Required to RideOne of the things I have always been insistent on is condoms when it comes to anal sex. If you're a man and you're going to violate my back door, then I insist on a condom. As a slave, I understand that condoms anal sex will likely happen. I also understand that it may not always be from my preferred type. Given a choice, I'd had only female dominants bending me over the table, bed, or couch, but sometimes I don't get my choice...such is a life of a bondage slave.
It was one of those interesting nights when a game was being played by an owner's group that I had to insist on a condom. Three of the slaves, myself included, was strapped down on a hardwood table. We each had a pillow under us to ensure now damage or severe pain, our arms were tied in front of us (basically above our heads) our feet were spread by a small spreader bar and our asses were up for open inspection. This is a very humbling position for a male or female slave. For the male, not only is his ass and glory hole shinning to the world, but his balls are hanging down freely between his legs. A female has her glory hole showing and her prize often opening slightly for anyone to examine. On this particular night a slave named Jeff was on my left and a slave named Tina was on my right. I had been around Jeff a few times, but Tina was new and you could tell by her wide eyes that she wasn't sure what she had gotten into. It was going to be interesting.
The game was simple, three men would be selected, each a dominate male. Each male would then be randomly assigned one of the slaves. He would position himself behind the slave, lube up and enter the slave's glory hole. A timer would start and basically each male would ride his slave and try to be the first to cum. The winner got a case of beer (big prize I know) and for added fun the loser had to masturbate his own slave in front of the others.
Everyone lined up and glanced over my shoulder and notice that David, the dominant who was about to enter me, did not pick up a condom. He picked up the lube and got ready to start. The other two were putting condoms on. I immediately looked to my owner in the crowd and mouthed my safe word. My owner walked up and told David to put a condom on. David complained that it would feel right and he'd have no feeling, etc, but my owner insisted and said without it I would not participate. He finally agreed.
A few moments later I was grunting along with the other slaves. I glanced at Tina and realized that even though she may be a new slave, she sure liked anal. She was biting her lip and half smiling as her dominant male was plowing her. In a minute or so there was a winner, and then a second place winner, and finally the last one (dominants always get to cum at these games regardless of their position in the finish). David did not come in first, but he wasn't last either. We all got to relax and watch as the losing Dominant masturbated his own slave for everyone's pleasure. Fortunately, his slave was a female and it was good to get to watch her cum after having David's rod up my ass....Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-62128022099887344622012-02-03T20:32:00.001-08:002012-02-03T20:48:47.953-08:00You might be a slave if....Hi all! I had a little fun lately with some post on twitter (Slave_4_Collar) where I posted my "You might be a slave if..." run. It was great fun and got me a few RT's in the Twitter World! I also landed a huge compliment from a Professional Domme (BaronessV) I'm greatly humbled by that one, even without being in a humbler. <br /><br />Anyway, long story short, I thought I'd shoot off a few here...um, lines that is, not something else.... I haven't done that in a few days now hoping for some fun in Houston. Okay, without further chatter, here we go:<br /><br />You might be a slave if have no idea handcuffs are meant to restrain criminals.<br /><br />You might be a slave if someone says, "Get down," and you automatically drop to your knees.<br /><br />You might be a slave if you look forward to airport security pat down checks.<br /><br />You might be a slave if you find yourself looking at dog collars and preparing to buy one, when you don't have a dog.<br /><br />You might be a slave if you think cat collars would make good ball restraints.<br /><br />You might be a slave if after sex your partner says clean it up and you assume you should use your mouth.<br /><br />You might be a slave if you think pigs in a blanket is talking about bondage.<br /><br />You might be a slave if someone says "Kiss me," and you think they mean to start at their feet.<br /><br />You might be a slave if each time you see a bondage picture online you think, "I could handle being in that."<br /><br />You might be a slave if you think the term "Clean up," always means with your mouth.<br /><br />You might be a slave if you get a bone whenever a dominant person responds to your tweets.<br /><br />You might be a slave if you are straight, but find yourself willing to serve a same sex owner.<br /><br />You might be a slave if you think the bat making contact with the ball is not a baseball discussion, but a discussion about your cock bouncing your balls.<br /><br />You might be a slave if you find yourself imagining people in the community dominating you.<br /><br />You might be a slave if your idea of perfect sex includes your partner being happy while you restrain yourself.<br /><br />You might be a slave if when you read in the Bible about the children of god coming out of bondage you think, "Why the heck would they want to do that?"<br /><br />You might be a slave if when someone says, "I ought to punch you in the balls," you catch yourself wanting to say, "Please."<br /><br />Hope you enjoyed them...got a million and one more. Maybe someday my new owner, if I find one, will enjoy hearing them. Cheers and until later...Remember, I could be on my knees in front of you with your leash leading to my collar....Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-10863512594667548462012-01-11T20:19:00.000-08:002012-01-11T20:24:16.326-08:00Considering Future OptionsI was recently talking with a friend of mine and she suggested that I write erotic fiction. Her point was simple, she said I write decent, I have my own background to use, and I know a lot about other people and things they've done. It's something I'm considering at this time.<br /><br />Let's face it, a slave in his 40s has little chance of finding someone desiring to have a Domination/sub relationship. It's very hard to find. Most people have already settled down with their slaves and I'm not spring chicken anymore. I mean really, why do you think I use a picture from my twenties for this site? Nonetheless though, I could at least write, maybe build a small following, and maybe even make a living at it. It would be nice to write full time I think, but who knows what would happen.<br /><br />On the other hand, I have to keep in mind that some young person may come along looking for a slave and pick me. Even if he or she did, the writing would still be good for income I believe. Who knows, I could end up writing stories about a hot twenty-something year old dominating and pushing an old forty something year old to his limits. It could make good fiction or maybe reality....Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-63621181923294448132012-01-07T23:00:00.000-08:002012-01-07T23:06:40.240-08:00The Perfect Male NipplesYears ago I was told that I had the perfect nipples for torture. Seeing how I was being tortured at the time by my owner, I saw no reason to argue, question or really even give much thought to the clamps that were affectionately being applied to my sensitive nipples...well or "Tits" as my owner was calling them at the time.<br /><br />The other day as I climbed out of the shower and was drying off in front of the mirror, I once again remember being told I had "perfect nipples." I stood there for a few moments with the towel around my waist taking each nipple between my finger and thumb and giving it a gentle pinch. I became very aware that I have these tight, pointed little "man-nips" that seem to stick out and say put a clamp on me. I went to the other room, took out a clamp and gently clamped each nipple.<br /><br />I returned to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at the clamps. They seemed to set perfectly on my nipples and there was no pain. Each nipple fit perfectly into the end of the clamp. As I stood there remembering the session and thinking about how good the clamps felt, I couldn't help but notice the front of the towel was gently rising. My perfect nipples for torture had apparently notified my cock that nipple clamps feel good.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-79301551210743507082012-01-04T20:29:00.000-08:002012-01-04T20:41:26.519-08:00Ultimate High of this SlaveA slave is is usually seeking something when he or she seeks an owner. While most slave will say, "I want to serve," or "be used," or even "be owned," they are ultimately seeking something in return. After spending years at the feet of various owners, friends, and even photographers, I have found that there is one something I seek.<br /><br />For example, recently a very hot Domme had me so heated on Twitter it was not even funny. Most of our conversation was simple discussions about likes and dislikes, but she said (or typed) two things that really turned me on. First, she somewhat humbled me by putting me down in her words. In other words she abused me verbally. The second thing she did was a statement. She said she wanted to "tie my hands to my ankles with me bent to touching the floor while my legs were in a spreader bar and stoke my cock from behind until I was almost ready to cum, stop, start again, and do this until I had a huge load to drink." Naturally, she meant for me to drink the huge load. When I read her post, in several different messages, I could feel myself pushing against the restraints of my pants zipper. In other words I could feel myself being in that position. <br /><br />I have also had this "hot" feeling when females or males have told me they would "squeeze my balls until" I cum all over the place before as well. What I have found is these are feelings, or fantasy ideas. I don't know that I want someone to really squeeze my balls until I cum since I would likely be damaged severely; however, the first idea of being tied to my legs has come true before and is very hot.<br /><br />Ultimately, this slave is looking to be used in some manner and the fantasy is generally some sexual form. As a slave I do not think about washing dishes, cleaning a home, making a bed or even taking out the trash for my owner as being hot. I don't get excited about these ideas in other words despite the fact they might be part of the package. What works me up is simple....sex. Sexual acts whether for the amusement of my owner or enjoyment of my owner and myself, work me to a moment of exceptional and outstanding feelings. For me there is nothing better than the heavy and hot breathing after a moment of sexual explosion when my owner says, "You need to clean this up." This for me could be the floor, a cup, a leg, a foot, or anywhere where the explosion of climax has ended. It's the ultimate high!Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-63899262597421248462011-12-20T20:11:00.001-08:002011-12-20T20:23:33.861-08:0012 Days of Sub ChristmasOn the 1st day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 1 solid erection.<br /><br />On the 2nd day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 2 blue balls.<br /><br />On the 3rd day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 3 chrome cock rings.<br /><br />On the 4th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 4 padlocks.<br /><br />On the 5th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 5 silver chains.<br /><br />On the 6th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 6 whip lashes.<br /><br />On the 7th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 7 large dildos.<br /><br />On the 8th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 8 rubber mask.<br /><br />On the 9th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 9 solid cock lashes.<br /><br />On the 10th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 10 binding ropes.<br /><br />On the 11th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 11 pieces of duck tape.<br /><br />On the 12 day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 12 seconds to make the Owner cum.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-32744970641112945542011-12-19T18:53:00.000-08:002011-12-19T19:04:07.327-08:00Lonely Lotion TimeIt seems like more and more these days I'm having lonely lotion time. By "Lonely Lotion Time," I mean basically time alone jacking off. I was very fortunate when I was owned. I have always had loving owners who wanted their slaves to be happy. Whether it was having sex, being jacked off, jacking off for my owner's pleasure, or jacking off for my owner's friends, I was pretty much fulfilled....well, emptied...most of the time. I naturally had a lot of service time. Female owners required specific service on my knees as did my Male owners. <br /><br />So, what has changed lately is I don't have anyone controlling my masturbation. I have had a few online Dominants tell me to go jack it in a cup and drink it, but nobody has really taken the title of owner. I am therefore left to my own devices. Sometimes I'm pumping away into a cup, sometimes on a towel, and sometimes just across my chest as I lean back. However, I decide to take care of business, I'm always alone. I spent a lot of time doing exactly what my owner said to do. When she died, I was left with a void in my life. No longer did she command me to sit on her dildo, stretch me out on a table blindfolded and tied while her friends came by, or order me to have sex with her. She died, but I had spent so much time looking only at her, I lost touch with the BDSM world. No real contacts anymore and you have to admit the contacts have changed. Everyone wants you to join a group, send money, belong to this web page, etc. Nobody just wants to have a slave. So, I'm left alone.<br /><br />I have to admit that I would love to have another party and be told to masturbate for my owner's friends before. It would often be the case where several of them had never seen a man jack off before. They would laugh, talk and simply enjoy the show. You should have heard the laughter, yelling, and whooping whenever my owner would have me jack off on her feet and then clean it up with my mouth while her friends watched. Today, I'm stuck with some lotion, a cup, and a lot of memories. So until someone decides when and how I will take care of business, I'll just keep going with Lonely Lotion Time.<br /><br />Cheers.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830317982955348898.post-10569408190760955002011-11-18T21:43:00.000-08:002011-11-18T21:51:56.281-08:00Craigslist PostingWell I finally got up the nerve to post my needs or search on Craigslist. I instantly had at least fifteen responses. Needless to say I was one happy little slut. I was getting my leash and collar out and shinning up my cock cage. Unfortunately, all the post were almost identical. Half of them ended up in the spam folder. <br /><br />However, I hit on one that seemed real. We talked and made arrangements to meet at a restaurant. I arrived in Houston, went to the restaurant and sat there. She never showed up. I really didn't think that a potential Domme could break my heart without ever dominating me, but she did.<br /><br />So, as the evening is almost over now, I'm sitting in the hotel room alone in my black underwear and typing on the blog. I went into Twitter and tried to get some attention, but I got nothing. <br /><br />So, stuck for another night, I will soon get a glass and some lotion, empty my week long levels of cum into the cup and then decide what to do from there. Maybe one quick swallow will remind me of my position in life...on the other hand, if this keeps up I'm going dominant...hell, at least they get contacts.<br /><br />Enjoy!Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518268733448755516noreply@blogger.com2