Sunday, August 28, 2005

Princess Carmen thanks me & puts me in my place


I emailed Princess Carmen to let her know that the Gucci slingbacks I purchased were in the way and to offer her my services as a financial submissive. To my surprise, she responded promptly:

Re: Hey, loser! ; )

Hi slave ---

YIPPEEE!! I HEART GUCCI!!! The *pink* *slingback* *stilettos* were the number one thing on my list I wanted. So you can imagine, I am delirious with the present you sent me, yay yay yay big smile on my face. Thank you honey.

But.... BIG BUT .... As fer anything more than me cyber insulting you, teasing you, and getting you all hot and bothered and betrayed and humiliated by your own dumbass Ivy League pecker .... Hmmm. You don’t *sound* like a total pervy creep loser. So I dunno, I’d rilly hafta think about that one.

Anyway, meantime? You go ahead and dreeeeeeeeeam on, loser! I gotta split, meeting the girls in ten.

Humiliatrix Princess Carmen

Mmmm, I guess it is nice to be acknowledged, even if it is only to be told to "dreeeeeeeeeam on, loser!"

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Relationship Sumary: Laura K.

Laura K. in Japan

Approx Dates: Oct. 1, 2004 - May 14, 2005
Name(s): Laura K.
How I Met Her: NYC strip club
Relationship Type: Princess
Form of Contact: In person / non-sexual
Summary: A Czech artist living in NYC who danced at a strip club.

BDSM Details
None

Financial
Largest Gift: Trip to Japan (~$3000)
Total Gifts: Unknown
Total Costs: $8730
Length of Relationship: 226 days
Cost Per Day: $39

Wednesday, February 2, 2005

A Session with Mistress Sasha




[I don't recall all the details of my session with this lovely Japanese pro domme, but there was deinitely some paddling and spanking involved.]

Monday, May 3, 2004

Relationship Summary: Portia in Baltimore

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Tuesday, September 17, 2002

Masturbation Journal: A Fantasy of Permanent Transformation

I wake up late the next morning, remembering my shopping from the previous night. I fantasize about living as Tonya Truckler. At first, I only occasionally dress up when I meet Goddess Alexandra; keeping Tonya's clothes, shoes and wigs hidden in my closet. Then, I get so much stuff that I rent a small storage unit in lower Manhattan -- stopping in there when I need to transform into Tonya. Over time, I rent a studio apartment in the East Village where I can keep my growing collection. Goddess Alexandra visits and tells me to paint the apartment a bright, sissy pink inside and to buy a queen-size bed with red satin sheets and a dressing table with a big mirror and lights. At this point, my cross-dressing is so effective that I have rented the apartment in Tonya's name and have several credit cards and subscriptions to fashion magazines in her name.

More time passes. One night, I am out with Goddess Alexandra and she stares into my eyes and says, "Tonya, Do you want to be mine forever?" I say, "Yes, of course." She says: OK, Lets get rid of [velvet slave], he is a third wheel in this Goddess/slave relationship. You have three weeks. He can tell his employer and parents that he is moving overseas somewhere to Europe (he can occasionally call to check in). He can give up his apartment and transfer all his assets to Tonya. Tonya can get her own job and live in her own apartment. In three weeks, after you have done this, I want you to give me [velvet slave]'s passport, driver's license and any other forms of identification. I'll keep this in a safety deposit box. You'll be Tonya from then on."

Monday, September 16, 2002

Masturbation Journal: Victoria Secret website


I have just spent the past several hours shopping for Tonya Truckler on the internet. I ordered items from Henry & June, Victoria Secret and other companies to put together a complete outfit to come alive as a devoted slut for Goddess Alexandra: padded bra, panties with hip pads, stockings, a black dress and a wig.

Of course, I enjoy looking at the models as I am doing the shopping. But I don't get sexual pleasure just from looking at the erotic women (or fantasizing about sex with them) as most straight heterosexual men would. Instead, I also simultaneously enjoy the idea of being (or becoming) the women, wearing the lingerie, and being the subject of another person's fantasy. Sometimes these blend together in a feedback loop -- I am not sure if I'm fantasizing about fucking a woman or fantasizing about being a woman being fucked by a man.

I move quite a bit about the Victoria's Secret site as I masturbate -- changing images, constantly getting new stimulation. I finally come while looking at the section with corsets and teddies.