Spit on Me, Please (A Fantasy)

Brian re-read the e-mail message from Mistress Katrina again to make sure that he had not forgotten anything. It said:

Dear pussyboy:

Go to the bank today before it closes and withdraw $600 in cash. You need to make sure that you get this cash entirely in $5 bills.
After work, go home, shower & shave. Put on red silk bikini panties, light khaki or cream colored pants, and a plain white dress shirt without an undershirt. Be at the corner of Hudson and Christopher Streets with the cash at precisely 9 pm.

Mistress K

When he received the e-mail that afternoon, Brian had had to run to the bank to get there before it closed. But, he got there in time and was able to withdraw the $600 Mistress Katrina had specified. With the help of several tellers he was able to change all the cash into five dollar bills.

Brian had performed the rest of the tasks listed in the e-mail that evening and was walking down Christopher Street to his appointment with a fat stack of 120 $5 bills in his pocket and plenty of time to spare. In fact, he began to wonder if it was too easy. Mistress Katrina normally imposed much more difficult tasks and more stringent dress requirements when they met in public, such as making him walk to their rendezvous on all fours or meeting her in Times Square wearing only a leather harness and collar.

At any rate, Brian was looking forward to seeing his beautiful Mistress again and when he arrived at the corner of Hudson & Christopher he was not disappointed. Mistress Katrina was a vision of perfection. Tonight Mistress wasn't wearing one of her typical, elegant business suits but more festive club-going attire -- a red corset top, a flirty pleated black skirt, and 4" heels in red patent leather. Brian was always amazed how Mistress Katrina was able to ooze sex appeal from every one of her pores, yet never lose at bit of her refinement or sophistication.



Brian greeted his mistress with a kiss on the hand and then promptly offered her the envelope with the $600. She said, "Keep that. You will need it later. In fact, I have something for you." Mistress Katrina handed Brian a small rectangular box and told him not to open it until they reached their destination.

They walked two blocks south on Hudson until they were in front of one of New York's most popular lesbian bars. It was a pleasant Thursday night in early spring and the clubs and bars of Greenwich Village were crowded, and no place more than Henrietta Hudson. The bar attracted a very diverse crowd -- tough biker chicks with leather jackets and tattoos on their arms; slim hipster chicks with dyed hair and tattoos on their shoulder blades; glamorous "lip-stick lesbians" in high heels and Chanel dresses; butch dykes in wife-beater t-shirts; college girls experimenting with their sexuality; and even a few men there with friends or just to gawk.

Mistress Katrina said, "You may open the box now." Inside were what Brian thought were business cards. He pulled one out for closer inspection and, in fact, it was an elegantly embossed off-white business card.

"What a strange gift," he thought. Then Brian looked closer. Instead of his name and address, each of the cards bore the same small embossed message:

Please spit on me.
I will pay $5 for the privilegeof receiving your saliva.

Brian looked at Mistress Katrina, back at the business card, and then at the boisterous crowd of Sapphic women. "How do you want me to do this?," he asked.

"No talking. Just give a card to anyone who interests you and then hand over the money. We will be here until you run out of cards or run out of $5 bills."

To be continued . . .

This fantasy was inspired by a fun pro domme session and a gossip page news item, both from last November.

A Big Glass of My Own Piss

Yumm. It tastes good because my Goddess makes me drink it.

Lingerie Shopping -- The Reality (Part Two)

This morning I got up and under the button-down shirt and dress slacks I normally wear to work I put on Patricia Field bikini panties (black with pink trim) and sheer white thigh-high stockings. Quite a change from my normal boxer shorts.

As I rode the subway and walked the streets on my way to work, I kept wondering whether anyone could read my eyes or the way I was walking and guess the silky secret beneath my pants.

I left work early so I could do the lingerie shopping that Goddess Manuela had instructed. I went directly to the Victoria's Secret flagship lingerie store in Herald Square -- a two-story, brightly-lit emporium of all things frilly, satiny, and sexy. It was a Friday evening less than two weeks before Valentine's Day and the store was packed with women shopping for things to brighten up their boyfriend's or husband's winter.

I approached a salesgirl and informed her that I had been told to buy all the items on the list Goddess Manuela had given me. She helped me find a number of lacy pastel panties from the Sexy Little Things collection, but she assumed that I was purchasing them for someone else.

Then, I did a little shopping on my own, picking up several silky nighties (like the pink satin slip at left) that Goddess Manuela told me that I should wear each night in bed.

When I returned upstairs to the main lingerie area, I went to the hosiery section. I had a question about the meaning of the stocking sizes (A, B, C) and an attractive, very efficient Indian sales associate came over to help me.

She asked me how tall the girl I was buying the stockings for was. I said, "About my height." I paused nervously, then look the plunge, saying "Actually, they're for me."

She smiled and just said, "I see." She looked at the three silk nighties I was carrying on hangers and the shopping bag with several pair of panties inside and said, "Let me help you with those." I assume that they make a commission on sales at Victoria's Secret and she realized that she had a potentially big customer.

She helped me select several stockings and pairs of pantyhose and then walked me around to the various panty collections in the store holding my purchases. She helped me find the items on Goddess Manuela's list but also suggested several other items that she thought I should get. One time, the only pair of panties in the size and color I wanted were on a mannequin, so she happily took them off the mannequin for me and placed them in my bag.


Soon I had 16 pairs of panties of all colors and styles -- thongs, bikinis, regular briefs, hip huggers, Brazilian-cut -- as well as 4 satin slips or nighties, 3 pairs of stockings, and 2 pairs of pantyhose in my bag. The salesgirl allowed me to skip the long line at the main counter and had my purchases rung up at a side register. The total came to $440.

I came right home to show my purchases to Goddess Manuela. All my colorful new lingerie was in a distinctive, bright pink Victoria's Secret bag. It was a large bag, so it was obvious to everyone on the subway what I was carrying.

Lingerie Shopping -- The Reality (Part One)

Goddess Manuela had a fast and very positive reaction to my Lingerie Shopping fantasy. She wrote me the following:

Concerning your fantasy, I notice that we're on the same wave length. I want to control every aspect of your life my sweet, online and offline as well. I want you to buy yourself more women lingerie (pink, red, leopard print, pastel colours) and start wearing those at work everyday. You also must wear stockings underneath, but you're allowed to wear men socks on top, as I don't want to embarrass you at work or in front of your clients. I just want my little slut to feel sexy all the time. When you go to bed at night, I want you to wear sexy women nighties, babydolls. Take some pictures of yourself if we don't see each other that day/night.

That got me very excited and I immediately planned a trip to Victoria's Secret for the end of the week. When Goddess Manuela learned where I planned to shop she sent me a detailed list of panties and stockings to purchase that she created from the Victoria's Secret website. However, she made clear that I was not permitted to buy lingerie for myself on-line -- I needed to go to the store and tell the sales girl exactly what I wanted and exactly who it was for. Her note attached to the wish list said:

These are the items you must buy for yourself my pet. Go to the store and tell the shop girl that you've been instructed to buy these exact items. Then feel the satin and make sure you let everyone see that you can't wait to try them on.

:) Happy shopping!

Lingerie Shopping (A Fantasy)

Mistress Manuela and I walk into Victoria Secret. Mistress is wearing an elegant black business suit and I am wearing casual sports wear -- khaki pants, a blue shirt and a jacket. It is a Saturday afternoon and the store is full with people shopping, mostly women and few couples. The walls and shelves of the large room are covered with frilly delectable things of all colors and styles -- jade green teddies, pink corsets, bright red camisoles, black silk panties, garters, stockings of all types. It is a paradise for my eyes and just being there with my Mistress gives me a bulge in my pants.

I say, "Mistress, I will buy you what ever you like. How would you some beautiful European lingerie by Azzuma? Or how about the Nikita or Francoise collections by Agent Provocateur?

Mistress whispers to me. "We can shop for those thing later, my pet. I have different plans for today." Mistress walks up to the nearest shop employee -- a tall, innocent-looking blond young woman who seems about 20 -- and asks for her name.

She says "I'm Julie, How I can help you today?"

Mistress says "I am looking for some things for my friend here" and points at me.

Julie says, "We don't have much. We might have a few men's briefs and boxer shorts in the back of the store."

Mistress says, "That is not what I had in mind." And then loudly, so that everyone in the store turns and stares, Mistress says "What size panties do you think he wears?"

Julie looks confused at first, but then she looks into Mistress's eyes and knows that she is not joking. Julie pulls out a pair of cherry red bikini briefs off the nearest shelf and holds them up to my crotch to judge the size. Julie speaks to Mistress in a low, slightly embarased voice and says, "I think a small. Is there much down there . . . we need to be concerned with?" as she points to the bulge in my pants.

Mistress smiles and answers loudly, "No, don't worry about that. He has a very small cock; it shouldn't get in the way." Everyone in the store is pretending not to listen, but I can tell they are all watching with amusement and are barely able to keep from laughing.

Mistress tells Julie to put together a large collection of panties and other lingerie for me. Mistress tells me that she is not sure whether they will fit and that I should go to the back of the store to try them on. Julie comes back to the dressing room to assist me with the sizing. I can see the excitement on her pink cheeks as she tells me that it is store policy that an attendant always be present in the dressing room to prevent theft. So, I take off my pants and then my boxer shorts as she watches and I try on pair after pair of panties -- pink cotton briefs, black silk thongs, g-strings, low-rise panties, red lacy panties. Occasionally, Julie adjusts the panties on my ass or front and tells me how pretty they make me look. I can tell she is enjoying my ridicule almost as much as Mistress.

Finally, I have tried on all the panties and I am ready to go. Julie has already rung up a $400 bill for the lingerie. I look for my boxer shorts and I can't find them. Julie smiles and says that my Mistress took my underwear away when I was trying on the lingerie. I leave the pink satin panties I am wearing on and pull on my pants.

I go out to see Mistress and she has just taken scissors, cut my boxers into four pieces and thrown them into to the trash. She laughs and says, "I hoped you picked out some comfortable panties today. Those rags in the trash were your last pair of men's underwear. Early this morning while you were sleeping I threw out all your other boxers and briefs. From now on, underneath your suit each day at work will be a frilly feminine pink secret."

Julie hands me the large shopping bag of lingerie to carry home -- it is a clear plastic bag so everyone can see what I am carrying. She smiles and says, "It was a pleasure helping you today and I am sure I will see you again many times in the future."

As we walk down the street away from the store, Mistress says, "Also remember, my slave, that these panties will serve almost as a chastity belt -- to insure your fidelity -- because how could you ever take off your pants for another woman knowing that you would have to show her the panties you are wearing?" Mistress just laughs and then calls her real boyfriend on her cell phone to arrange their date for that night.

Weekly Fantasies

Goddess Manuela said that she enjoyed my first fantasy The Secretary with All the Keys that I sent her a few days ago and that it gave her good insight into my submissive personality. She decided that I should write one such fantasy every week for her enjoyment and analysis.

Goddess ordered me to deliver the fantasies to her by Monday morning so that she can have something to brighten up her Mondays. I send my second weekly fantasy – Lingerie Shopping – that same night.

A Valentine's Day Gift

At the conclusion of our time together last night, Goddess Manuela explained that she would like to take a short ski vacation in Austria or Switzerland with her fiancé around Valentine’s Day and the weekend before.

Goddess had discussed the matter with her lover and they had decided that I could be permitted to watch one of their lovemaking sessions on this vacation via webcam provided that (1) I would purchase a laptop computer for Goddess Manuela that she could travel with and connect to her video camera and (2) that I would pay for all expenses of the trip including airplane tickets, hotel room & lift tickets. I readily agreed, being very happy to please Goddess Manuela in this fashion.

Before work this morning, I sent Goddess $1,500 by Western Union – $1,000 for the laptop and $500 as an initial advance on the travel expenses for the ski trip.