Femdom Trials Released

Hi all! I've released Femdom Trials. 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!

Femdom Trials

New Amazon Book

I 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.

Locked Up for .....Nobody

It'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????

Claustrophobia and the Aging Slave

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.

Google 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. Doug

Christmas Time Post

Well 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.

In 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:

Never - I'm in control! When the safe word is ignored. When you reach the limits of your sub and force him or her beyond. Depends on the relationship.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?