Making Mistress Alice the Beneficiary of my 401(k) Retirement Account

On Friday night Mistress Alice sent me an email telling me that she had updated my lists of rules and required tasks and assignments.  I learned that she had selected one of my favorites -- the requirement that I make her the beneficiary of my 401(k) retirement account.  I was so excited, I started masturbating at the idea under the blanket of my bed even though I was sharing a bedroom in a vacation rental house with my mother.

Now, two days later, I have officially made the change, making Mistress Alice the sole beneficiary of my retirement account (removing my brother who had previously been the beneficiary).  There is currently $92,500 in the account and I contribute 6% of my salary to it, so I hope it will grow amply over the years for Mistress Alice.

This kind of real-word, real-consequences financial submission is one of my favorite "fetish" activities and I hope this is just the first of several major steps in my complete financial submission to Mistress Alice.  As further steps, I envision:  (1) making her the sole beneficiary of my will; (2) making her the joint beneficiary or joint owner on all my bank accounts and investment accounts; and (3) legally transferring ownership of my Brooklyn apartment and all other assets to her.   The end game is that I own nothing, Mistress Alice receives all of my salary through direct deposit, and I live on whatever allowance she decides to permit.

Slavid Gets to Attend Mistress Alice's Friend's Birthday Party

Alleycat, the Birthday Girl, in the Ball Pit

Mistress Alice is really too good to me at times.  I've been having an incredibly busy few weeks at work and have fallen behind in my service tasks and other tasks for her.  But. nonetheless, when I was finally finishing up several big projects, Mistress Alice invited me to attend the birthday party of her friend ("Alleycat") with her.

I had a fantastic time, first at dinner at Sushi Samba, and then at a crazy private apartment in Manhattan that had a permanent ball pit installed in one room.  I wore plastic cat ears like one of the girls, but split the dinner bill like one of the few guys in attendance. 

Mistress Alice documents the Ball Pit activities

Unfortunately I couldn't stay late because I was tired from a crazy week at work but I was honored to join Mistress Alice at this fun celebration.

Party Supplies

Slavid is a Pathetic Little Gnome

A photo from Mistress Alice's friend's birthday party.  Slavid is so short and pathetic it makes hot women smile.

Mother's Day Card for Mistress Alice's Mom

I wrote a Mother's Day Card to Mistress Alice's mom, thanking her very sincerely for raising such an intelligent, self-assured and superior young woman, and explaining that I was so happy and lucky to be owned by her daughter.   

Mistress Alice's Sub Michael Sucks My Cock

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Becoming the Guarantor of the Lease on Mistress Alice's New Apartment

For a hard-core financial submissive, one of the most erotic combinations of five words in the English language is: "What's your social security number?"

That was the full extent of Mistress Alice's text.

But I knew what it was about.  Mistress Alice and her friend and roommate, Tiamat, were hoping to move into a beautiful new loft in Bushwick.

However, as always in New York City these days, the rent was high and proving their financial ability to pay was challenging for the two young women, especially in light of Mistress Alice's unconventional income stream.

So, Mistress Alice had asked me to be her guarantor on the lease (or did I volunteer?).  And eventually it was determined that I should be the guarantor for both her and Tiamat  -- a woman who is beautiful and seems lively, charming, funny and kinky, but whom I have met only once in my life.

Of course, I agreed and, with hours of Mistress Alice's text, had completed signed and notarized a guarantor form making me fully liable for their $2,675 monthly rent.  The short contract had a number of provisions that made my cock stiffen in its chastity cage:

I guarantee the full performance of the Lease by the Tenant.  This guarantee is absolute and without any condition.

 I do not have to be informed of any default by the Tenant.  I waive notice of nonpayment or other default.

If the Tenant defaults, the Landlord may require me to perform without first demanding that the Tenant perform. 

               

 In short, anytime Mistress Alice and Tiamat simply decide to stop paying rent, their landlord can come directly to me for payment.

While I expect that they will be able to pay the rent and anticipate they will do so, the reality is anything could happen -- one of them could lose their job, or move out or go back to school and leave me responsible.

The fear is compounded by the fact that just last month I agreed to be the guarantor on another $2,300 a month apartment leased by my best friend Natasha, who just moved in with her fiancé.

So, I could potentially be responsible for paying $5,000 a month in rent payments to house beautiful women who I will never sleep with or even see naked.  Well, actually, when I put it that way . . . it sounds kind of wonderful, doesn't it?

Walking the Streets of Brooklyn in Only a Trench Coat and Lingerie

Mistress Alice instructed me to walk to my local coffee shop in Brooklyn on a Sunday morning wearing only lingerie -- a shiny pink camisole and pink lacy panties -- underneath a long London Fog trench coat.

The coffee shop was about four blocks away and I was excited and nervous as I walked down the busy sidewalks of my highly gentrified, family friendly neighborhood.

I was absolutely sure that everyone immediately could see there was something odd about the bare legs beneath my coat and my lack of shirt above and peg me as some as some sort of pervert -- perhaps a flasher, if not a cross-dresser.

But I walked there without incident.  I entered the coffee shop and ordered a coffee as I had been instructed.  To my chagrin, a male barista was on duty, instead of the usual woman who works there, and he gave me only a brief second glance as he served me.

Mistress Alice was sitting and waiting in the coffee shop with a friend.  After I left, they followed me, and a block later, I stepped into an alley where I opened my coat and showed my sissy pink cami to Mistress Alice and her friend and she recorded a video.  She laughed her wonderful laugh as a family approached and I had to scramble to cover myself.

Just another fun day of service to Mistress Alice.