Mistress Alice Humiliates Me From 3,600 Miles Away

While Mistress Alice was away, enjoying herself in Paris, I innocently went to a coffee shop in my neighborhood of Brooklyn to finish reading "The Secret History of Wonder Woman" on a quiet Saturday afternoon.

I checked in at the location on Life360, the app Mistress Alice uses to track my location at all times and it caught her attention, probably because this is a location where we had played once before.

Mistress Alice requested an update on what I was doing and where I was located and I sent the photo below, take from the couch where I was sitting.

Mistress Alice immediately ordered that I buy both their drinks, pat them on the back at the same time, congratulate them and then pee myself as I leave the bar.

I explained that the place, while it does serve alcohol, has much more of a coffee shop feel and that the two women didn't appear to be together.  

But I did what I could.  I could not bring myself to touch them unsolicited, but I went up to the bar next to them (to the right of the blonde) and awkwardly put a $20 bill on the bar and said, "Excuse me, here this is for your next drinks."  The blonde, who was looking at her phone, started to respond but I just said "Please" and walked away before she could respond.

I tried to pee as I walked out of the coffee shop but my bladder is shy and it was not until I was out on the sidewalk and paused that I could pee my jeans as I deserved.

I walked the few blocks back to my home in my visibly peed-in jeans with a large noticeable dark stain near the inseam.

Mistress Alice texted "We loved it!!" indicating not just her approval but that she had clearly shared my humiliation with others, presumably a real man she was enjoying the evening with in Paris.  I enioyed the feeling that with just a few quick texts Mistress Alice could control me from thousands of miles away.

Massaging Goddess Tiamat's Feet

Through my service to Mistress Alice, I have come to know her roommate - a wonderful funny and intelligent woman with a goth style, who on this blog I will call Goddess Tiamat.

Tonight, with Mistress Alice in Amsterdam, I paid $100 for the pleasure of massaging Goddess Tiamat's feet.  She kept her socks on.  I wore a blindfold.  As I rubbed her feet, her and Mistress Alice's kittens clambered over me.

There is no doubt that this was the best moment of my week.

Public Humiliation By Venmo

Venmo is a great, easy-to-use, and cost-free person-to-person money transfer app.  But in my "vanilla" life I've never much understood the "social media" aspect of the app.  However, under Mistress Alice's tutelage, I have come to savor the possibilities for public humiliation and public exposure of my financial submission that it allows.

By way of background for those who may not be familiar with the app (it is currently available only for use in the U.S.), a Venmo user connects his or her bank account to the app and then can make cost-free transfers of cash to other users.  The main use that Venmo's marketing seems aimed at is small person-to-person cash transfers, such as reimbursing a friend for a shared meal or taxi ride, or splitting utility or rent costs with a roommate.  Each transaction includes a description of the reason for the payment in text or emoji (such as a taxi, Chinese takeout container, etc.) and can be set to be visible to the "public," to only your "friends" on the app, or "private" (just visible to participants in the transaction).  Only the description of the transaction but not the amount of the transfer is made visible to non-participants.  Other users can then "like" the transaction as in Instagram.

As mentioned above, I never saw the desirability of publicly blogging one's mundane cash transfers in vanilla life.  But egged on by Mistress Alice (and encouraged by the fact that I don't use Venmo with my family or co-workers, only with younger NYC friends), I have started using "public" Venmo transactions as a form of self-humiliation and to reveal to some degree my financial submissive tendencies.

While I have continued to keep my weekly tribute payments to Mistress Alice "private," I have made a number of publicly visible transfers to Mistress Alice by Venmo over the last few months.  A sampling includes the transaction shown at the top and the following:

At Mistress Alice's command, going forward, I will be required to pay $40 for every orgasm I have and the payments must be made by public Venmo payment so that all her friends can read and enjoy them.

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.