A 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.
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.
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.
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!
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
12 Days of Sub Christmas
On the 1st day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 1 solid erection.
On the 2nd day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 2 blue balls.
On the 3rd day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 3 chrome cock rings.
On the 4th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 4 padlocks.
On the 5th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 5 silver chains.
On the 6th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 6 whip lashes.
On the 7th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 7 large dildos.
On the 8th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 8 rubber mask.
On the 9th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 9 solid cock lashes.
On the 10th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 10 binding ropes.
On the 11th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 11 pieces of duck tape.
On the 12 day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 12 seconds to make the Owner cum.
On the 2nd day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 2 blue balls.
On the 3rd day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 3 chrome cock rings.
On the 4th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 4 padlocks.
On the 5th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 5 silver chains.
On the 6th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 6 whip lashes.
On the 7th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 7 large dildos.
On the 8th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 8 rubber mask.
On the 9th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 9 solid cock lashes.
On the 10th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 10 binding ropes.
On the 11th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 11 pieces of duck tape.
On the 12 day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 12 seconds to make the Owner cum.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Lonely Lotion Time
It 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.
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.
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.
Cheers.
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.
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.
Cheers.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Craigslist Posting
Well 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.
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.
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.
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.
Enjoy!
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.
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.
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.
Enjoy!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
A slave alone without a Femdom or Domme
Let's face it, all slaves desire ownership. They want someone to control them, tell them what to do and when to do it. They want that close feeling that can only come with knowing that he or she owns everything about the person. I'm no different, but let's also face the fact that we aren't always going to be owned. For example, I have not had an owner since my Mistress died. I've had some fun with friends, but no one to hold me or allow me to massage them into a gentle sleep, or a sexual explosion.
So the problem for an unowned slave is what to do with free time. I have to admit, I'm one that will think about ownership. Wanting to try to keep all my plumbing devices working and myself prepared for a potential owner, I sometimes find myself alone imagining that I have an owner. Being a male, I am a visual creature, so I turn like many lonely, horny men to the internet. I search for pictures under the normal names like "femdom," "domination," "bondage," "CFNM" and a dozen other topics. I usually download a handful of pictures that make me hot and then try to work up the courage to basically do myself.
You may be wondering why I'm opening up this very private side of my life to the world of the internet. First, I hope you're not alone in this reading and wondering, second you would be well justified for wondering. Most men, and many women for that matter, will not admit to masturbation or "self-sex". Sure, they will read about it, watch it, and even do it, but to admit to the world that they've stroked it while white globs of man-jam come rushing out onto a towel, no. That's not in the cards. But, I'm a slave, I've been put on display, shown to friends, and even jacked off for crowds of my owner's friends before. So, putting it all out here, in a matter of speaking, isn't really that hard (oops, there's those word play things again).
Anyway, after I have found the pictures that stir a feeling in me, I arrange them on my computer in an order I'd like to see them. For me there are variety of pictures, but I generally like the humiliation ones. I tend to look for pictures where a slave has to masturbate on his owners foot or boot and clean it up. I also am fond of the ones where a slave is tied up, jacked off, and then has his cum smeared on his face or feed to him. Basically, let me imagine my balls bouncing off the toe of your boot, or even the toe of your bare foot, and I'm happy to be self serving. Now before anyone says, well those pictures are all about your pleasure, yes I know. That's the point at this time. I'm alone and looking for release.
As I was saying (or in this case diligently writing), I will line up the pictures and start a slide show. I set it to where a keystroke controls the change in pictures rather than a timer since this allows me to linger on picture that bring me to particular arousal. Once I have my pictures going, I strip, put a towel in my seat, I towel beside me, a cup and obtain some lotion. It's then time to stroke it as I look at the pictures. From here on you can imagine a man sitting in his chair, stroking his cock with lotion and staring at domination pictures. Yes, I know, it's ever pervert's dream (give me an owner to control me and it will stop).
For the next little bit, I imagine that I'm each slave in the pictures. I may tie a little noose around my balls or at the base of my cock. I may even put a belt around my neck and slowly tighten it. No, I do not click the buckle in place, I want to feel it not die! With those situations in place, I slowly stroke my cock. Once I feel the urge growing, I stand up, stop going through the pictures and increase the speed of the strokes. With one hand a I the cup ready and then when the moment comes (no pun intended) I force the head of my cock into the cup, stroke as fast as I can and fill the cup up. That's how I do it when I'm alone, which is a lot these days.
What's that? I bet you're wondering what I do with the cup aren't you? I've standing here in front of my computer with a nice cup full of cum and my other hand slowly winding down on my cock. Well, for the fun of it, let's leave that up to your imagination. Or, maybe if one of you wanted to control what I do with the cup, you'll contact me and take on a slave. Until then, let's just say I'm fairly open to suggestions.
So the problem for an unowned slave is what to do with free time. I have to admit, I'm one that will think about ownership. Wanting to try to keep all my plumbing devices working and myself prepared for a potential owner, I sometimes find myself alone imagining that I have an owner. Being a male, I am a visual creature, so I turn like many lonely, horny men to the internet. I search for pictures under the normal names like "femdom," "domination," "bondage," "CFNM" and a dozen other topics. I usually download a handful of pictures that make me hot and then try to work up the courage to basically do myself.
You may be wondering why I'm opening up this very private side of my life to the world of the internet. First, I hope you're not alone in this reading and wondering, second you would be well justified for wondering. Most men, and many women for that matter, will not admit to masturbation or "self-sex". Sure, they will read about it, watch it, and even do it, but to admit to the world that they've stroked it while white globs of man-jam come rushing out onto a towel, no. That's not in the cards. But, I'm a slave, I've been put on display, shown to friends, and even jacked off for crowds of my owner's friends before. So, putting it all out here, in a matter of speaking, isn't really that hard (oops, there's those word play things again).
Anyway, after I have found the pictures that stir a feeling in me, I arrange them on my computer in an order I'd like to see them. For me there are variety of pictures, but I generally like the humiliation ones. I tend to look for pictures where a slave has to masturbate on his owners foot or boot and clean it up. I also am fond of the ones where a slave is tied up, jacked off, and then has his cum smeared on his face or feed to him. Basically, let me imagine my balls bouncing off the toe of your boot, or even the toe of your bare foot, and I'm happy to be self serving. Now before anyone says, well those pictures are all about your pleasure, yes I know. That's the point at this time. I'm alone and looking for release.
As I was saying (or in this case diligently writing), I will line up the pictures and start a slide show. I set it to where a keystroke controls the change in pictures rather than a timer since this allows me to linger on picture that bring me to particular arousal. Once I have my pictures going, I strip, put a towel in my seat, I towel beside me, a cup and obtain some lotion. It's then time to stroke it as I look at the pictures. From here on you can imagine a man sitting in his chair, stroking his cock with lotion and staring at domination pictures. Yes, I know, it's ever pervert's dream (give me an owner to control me and it will stop).
For the next little bit, I imagine that I'm each slave in the pictures. I may tie a little noose around my balls or at the base of my cock. I may even put a belt around my neck and slowly tighten it. No, I do not click the buckle in place, I want to feel it not die! With those situations in place, I slowly stroke my cock. Once I feel the urge growing, I stand up, stop going through the pictures and increase the speed of the strokes. With one hand a I the cup ready and then when the moment comes (no pun intended) I force the head of my cock into the cup, stroke as fast as I can and fill the cup up. That's how I do it when I'm alone, which is a lot these days.
What's that? I bet you're wondering what I do with the cup aren't you? I've standing here in front of my computer with a nice cup full of cum and my other hand slowly winding down on my cock. Well, for the fun of it, let's leave that up to your imagination. Or, maybe if one of you wanted to control what I do with the cup, you'll contact me and take on a slave. Until then, let's just say I'm fairly open to suggestions.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Houston on My Mind
Well, I'm planning a fun trip to get away to Houston the weekend of the 28th. As it goes, I'm going to be all alone just sitting around or going out to eat. Naturally, I'd love to be kneeling at a Dominant's feet, but that doesn't seem to be the case.
In fact, as it goes this is one of several trips to the big cities. Each time I go, I'm contacted by Domme's willing to spend time with me. Unfortunately, it's always the same. I'm expected to meet them in public (I'm okay with this) pay for the meal (again okay) and at some point I'm told that each hour they spend with me will require a gift. The bottom line is everyone seems to be money Dominants these days. Nobody seems to want to just spend time, have fun, get to know someone and maybe take things further.
I'm on Twitter, Facebook, Yahoo and it's all the same at each place. I miss the days when a Domme or Dom would simply slap a leash around my neck and lead me around the room. Heck, I'm game for some strip poker! But, at last life appears to be all about the money. I miss those who really want to just dominant!
In fact, as it goes this is one of several trips to the big cities. Each time I go, I'm contacted by Domme's willing to spend time with me. Unfortunately, it's always the same. I'm expected to meet them in public (I'm okay with this) pay for the meal (again okay) and at some point I'm told that each hour they spend with me will require a gift. The bottom line is everyone seems to be money Dominants these days. Nobody seems to want to just spend time, have fun, get to know someone and maybe take things further.
I'm on Twitter, Facebook, Yahoo and it's all the same at each place. I miss the days when a Domme or Dom would simply slap a leash around my neck and lead me around the room. Heck, I'm game for some strip poker! But, at last life appears to be all about the money. I miss those who really want to just dominant!
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Hose over the hose
The first time I wore panty hose was years ago. I was on a date with a very dominant female and she decided that I should wear the hose for the night. Following each command, I removed my boots, socks, jeans, and underwear. I had to keep my shirt on. Since it was a tuck in button down shirt, it didn't take too long for the cool air to cause the front to start lifting up. Yeah, i was excited as this wonderful woman inspected me.
Next I had to put on the panty hose only, then my jeans and socks (over the hose for the boots) and my boots. She then asked me how it felt to be a "big fucking cowboy in panty hose." I naturally told her that it felt right if that was what she wanted.
We went to a movie, out to eat, a nice drive and back to her place. Everywhere we went I was so freaking turned on by the feel of the hose over my hose. I thought I was going to bust by the time we got back to her place. This wonderful Domme was not your usual one. She was really turned on by the idea that I had worn the hose all night. We got back, I was ordered to strip, but keep the hose on. She tore an opening in the front of the hose where I had already spilt some pre-cum, handed me a rubber, told me to "hood-it" and get on the bed. We screwed for what seemed like hours with me wearing her hose. Since I almost always wear cowboy boots, she didn't miss a beat in the morning when she got you, slapped my butt, and said, "You've been a good cowboy slut now haven't you?" Yes...yes, I was a good cowboy slut... :)
Next I had to put on the panty hose only, then my jeans and socks (over the hose for the boots) and my boots. She then asked me how it felt to be a "big fucking cowboy in panty hose." I naturally told her that it felt right if that was what she wanted.
We went to a movie, out to eat, a nice drive and back to her place. Everywhere we went I was so freaking turned on by the feel of the hose over my hose. I thought I was going to bust by the time we got back to her place. This wonderful Domme was not your usual one. She was really turned on by the idea that I had worn the hose all night. We got back, I was ordered to strip, but keep the hose on. She tore an opening in the front of the hose where I had already spilt some pre-cum, handed me a rubber, told me to "hood-it" and get on the bed. We screwed for what seemed like hours with me wearing her hose. Since I almost always wear cowboy boots, she didn't miss a beat in the morning when she got you, slapped my butt, and said, "You've been a good cowboy slut now haven't you?" Yes...yes, I was a good cowboy slut... :)
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