Friday, April 2, 2010


This is the filthy bathroom on the Metro-North commuter train that Goddess Noura made me lick.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Garbage Play



Mistress Alex, a particularly merciless domme hostess, introduces me to a fun new humiliation game. Step one: scamper downstairs to the building's outdoor trash area, reach into the garbage cans and bring back two or three bags of the neighbor's garbage. Step two: open the bags and show Mistress everything inside like a kid opening a stocking of Santa's gifts on Christmas morning. Here is a little of what we found inside over the course of a few days of playing this game:

  • an almost empty yogurt container -- that needed to be licked completely clean
  • half-eaten watermelon covered with coffee grinds -- that needed to be licked and eaten down to the rind
  • a bag of used kitty litter with dried dogshit -- that need to be rehydrated until the dogshit was smooth enough to spread all over my face and chest
  • several used menstrual pads dyed deep red with the heavy flow of one of my neighbors -- these needed to be steeped in piping hot water until a bright red tea formed and then drunk while Mistress Alex smiled.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Relationship Summary: Goddess Manuela



Approx Dates: January to March 2007, intermitently since then
Name(s): Goddess Manuela; Emanuela; ANGELL
How I Met Her: CamContacts
Relationship Type: Dominatrix
Form of Contact: Webcam
Summary:

BDSM Details
Main BDSM Areas: Humiliation; Financial; Feminization; Anal; Cuckolding; Female Superiority
Typical Session:
Extreme/Notable Acts:

Financial
Largest Gifts: $3000 & $2500 by wire transfer; $1500 laptop; $700 in lingerie from Agent Provacateur
Total Gifts: $11,000
Total Costs: $22,654
Total Costs (Intense Period): $16,385
Length of Relationship (Intense Part): 62 days
Cost Per Day (Intense Period): $264

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Sunday, January 6, 2008

The Flasher at the Coffee Shop

A fun Saturday evening was coming to a close, at least for me. Anne would probably spend more time at the bar with her beautiful friend B, but I could tell that she was ready to dismiss me. As I gave her cash for more drinks and for the taxi back to her hotel, Anne told me that she had an assignment for me.

She look at me sternly and said, "Tomorrow morning, I want you to wear nothing but a pair of pink panties under your winter overcoat and go walk around the block. . . . No, actually, I want you to walk down to your local coffee shop dressed like that and order your morning coffee and bagel."
It had been a very cold weekend and I could Anne relished the idea of exposing me to the elements this way. But that Sunday morning dawned quite a bit warmer than the previous days, so I had no real physical discomfort walking in just my overcoat and panties.