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Mistresspennymae -> RE: new mistress pt 2 (8/21/2011 11:58:43 PM)
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I have allowed my fantasies a voice and have found many who want what I have to offer. Men who come to me on there knees begging me to treat them as I would. Men who claim that they wish to kneel at my feet and worship the woman that I am. They offer to bathe my feet in kisses as they beg me to allow them a moment of my time. Why should I? What do these worthless pain sluts have to offer me other than their useless pleas?
They are not here for my pleasure but for their own. They tell me what they want out of me. All they offer me is to cum at my feet. I can find men to do that anywhere. Clean my house. Cook my meals. Maids and chefs. Whores and fuck buddies with a spanking thrown in every now and then for good measure.
I should not have to tell my good boy what I need. I do not want him to read my mind just my body, my heart.
I do not show my face, not because I feel shame. No I have no shame but because it does not matter to these slaves who I am so long as in the end they are satisfied. It makes me wonder who is really the slave and who is really the master. They may wear the masks and the chains but do they truly care who is at the end of the whip.
At the end of the day when their bodies are trembling, covered in their sweat, cum and sometimes even their own blood does it really matter who I am. Can they tell me if I have reached my level of pleasure.
If I were to place my pussy over their face they would lick it until I tell them to stop, until my juices coat their throats and my thighs are left trembling. Again things I can get from any man or woman. What I want goes so much deeper than that.
I do not need anyone to wipe my ass. I am more than capable of that. I want someone who needs me to be happy in order to breathe. Who can not go a day without the sound of my laughter. Someone who knows me by the tread of my step. Whose heart beats because mine does. Find me that willing servile and I shall be free to be me.
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