My sleep issues are getting rediculous.
Atleast a friend of mine I hadn’t seen in a while came over and watched movies and gave me a kick ass back rub. Now he’s passed out and I am bored out of my wits, and it only drives me nuts to lie down. These stress knots are still there despite his skills at massage.
Jacque passed out almost immediately.

And on another note…that session before I went out last night was great except for one little hang up…he seemed to think that he was entitled to grab at boobs and other anatomy! This got a hardy slap, which unfortunately was probably his passive aggressive objective. After the session he said “You mean I really can’t play with your boobs? Why?” Well between Mistress and submissive whats Mistress’s is Mistress’s, and what’s the submissive’s is the Mistress’s. A sub isn’t to even touch themself unless the Mistress has expressed it as acceptable! Until the interlude is concluded, or the collared relationship is dropped the sub’s not to aim for sexual gratification of the slightest matter with out the dominant’s approval. The dominant isn’t just in control of the pain the sub feels, but also the pleasure.

That can even go further, into teasing and denying, or even further into forced climax, where after you drive the person stark raving mad by continuing to force them to go past orgasm when they are too sensitive.

I made a little game I used to play of stop and go, where I would make the subby masturbate till I said stop, then go, then stop, and sometimes I would let them get real close, then stop. Then I would stop-go really frequent, followed by long periods of go or stop. By the end the subby would be so teased that he would try to cum and he couldn’t and he’d get blue balls. ha ha ha!!!!

Some of my favorite games are ones where the subby gets stuck in a loop, in masturbation, or in singing childrens’ songs to their torture over and over for 2 hours so it is firmly brainwashed in. Then all day they can’t think with out hearing the song in their head, which then brings up all the attatched memories of the scene and the Mistress, and the mind fools them into feeling some of the lingering sensation, or cringing at the thought of the cruelties, or even provokes erections from the things they enjoyed most from the scene.

“empty” now tries to say he can’t sing…but those that don’t sing when I tell them get suffering…sing, keep me happy or your balls will fry! He never looks at Cookie Monster the same now! ha ha ha.

Another game I used to play years ago was “confessional” where I heard all their sins, especially chauvanism and infidelity and I dished out punishment accordingly. And often it was them telling me in almost a mantra through their torture, “I’m a pussy! I’m a dog! I am a filthy pig!”. I felt I was dealing out the punishment for the women they disrespected, and in a way redeaming them, and hopefully making them feel like filthy little creepy cowards for treating women that way and then telling me as a woman that they worship me. How can you treat women as a whole like meat slabs to hump, and then tell your Mistress that you worship women?

There were so many games I have made up to amuse myself with the submissives in the last decade. Like blind folding the subbies, and having a room full of mistresses flog and shuffle about and see if they could figure out who’s blow was mine and how many consecutive blows were from whom?

There was always a game I loved called “chicken pussy”. I would shove ice up their butt, make them cluck like a chicken , singing”chicken pussy, chicken pussy cluck cluck , one…” counting of each ice cube as they tried to lay them one by one like eggs. They were punished if they got more than one out at a time.

God, the things submissives have done to give me stuff to laugh about for years to come…I love it. It’s funny that when I talk to some people they ask, “How do you keep from laughing?”. I laugh, I laugh all I want. This porno tape BDSM Mistress stereotype is so stupid…the expressionless face, the pout and scowl. Blah! If you are a sadist you derive pleasure from the physical torment and humiliation suffered in your honor! And if you truelly are a sadist then you often find times where you are so pleased that you laugh and smile at their trials of devotion!

Oh, I do have a bizarre and wonderful life… So much has happened in the first 30 years, I can’t imagine what more I will encounter in the next 30. It boggles my mind.