Mistress Peggy Sue

Mistress Peggy Sue

I keep returning to your webpage. Again, and again, I return. Obviously, it has made an impression—probably one much deeper than I even realize. I suspect it has penetrated all the way to my essence. I have not been able to bring myself to even shut the tab; I close all the others, but not that one.

I have read your site thoroughly, and I understand what you are saying precisely. I am very touched by it, and I am profoundly receptive to the model you propose. I can’t evade what you are saying because I am in (almost) complete accord. feel almost hypnotized by the allure—it is both exhilarating and daunting. I know what I want, but I may be just too afraid to say it openly. But your tab remains. I can’t close it. And I feel compelled to write to you.

I am involved in a FLR with my wife. We have been together for 15 years, but we have only recently formalized our contract and my pledge to her as the leader of our household and as the dominant leader of the two of us. We are both committed to creating a FLR going forward.

But, unlike yourself, she is new to the idea of being the dominant partner; I have been in that role for our relationship thus far. I want her to establish her dominance as thoroughly as you have established yours. I would like our marriage to develop toward the marriage that you have created for yourself.

We are trying, but old patterns remain. We keep sliding back to our old habits, but together we have made real progress forward. We will continue to finalize our protocols and refine our contract for the new year. We are working hard, and the transfer is exhilarating and exciting.

I am writing you because I believe you are a role model that we can look to and I just wanted to thank you for what you have done, and the people you have inspired.

All the best,

us

Undeniable pleasure is exactly what I always experience whenever my Black Goddesses who’s property I am so proud to be, does me the honor of using me as Her very own personal human toilet.

I feel that my body is no more than an extension of Her digestive system. It is indeed a great honor to be allowed to swallow all the same food, and drink that has previously entered Her mouth.

To have my stomach filled to capacity with Her kind, and generous offering is indeed joy unspeakable.

Yourstouse.

So, said my prospective new Black Mistress, you want to be my white male slave do you. Well, if I am to accept you, then there are certain terms and conditions that will apply.

You will be nothing more than property for me to use in any way I wish. When in doors, you will always be naked, with the exception of a dog collar round your neck, to which from time to time I wall attach a leach.

When not in use, you will be housed inside a locked metal cage made of iron bars. Your food will be a mixture of meal left over’s, kitchen scrapes, and cheap dog food.

When out of your cage your food and drink will be supplemented by my waste products whenever I use you as a toilet.

You will wait upon me hand and foot. You will at all times obey my commands immediately. You will never speak unless spoken to. If you wish to speak you will say “Please Mistress permission to speak”. However, only if I give my permission will you do so.

If at any time I punish you, you will always afterwards thank me for doing so, and will continue until I tell you to stop.

If all that I have said is acceptable to you, and you still want to be my slave. Then get down on your hands and knees, crawl forward on all fours up to my feet, and kiss them until I tell you to stop.

I was overjoyed, and crawled forward to where She was sitting, and did exactly what She required.

“That’s enough” She said. Now turn over and lie on your back with your head between my shoes.

She then lifted Her left shoe, and placed it over my mouth, and ordered me to lick the dirt off the underside and swallow it.

When She was satisfied with my efforts on Her left shoe, She exchanged it for the other one so that I could do the same on that also.

She then stood up, and said. Your mouth must be very dirty, let me wash it clean for you.

She then lifted Her skirt, removed Her knickers, lowered Herself down, so that Her pussy was directly over my wide open eager waiting mouth, and proceeded to wash all the filth from Her shoes down my throat and into my stomach.

After She had finished, I thanked Her, over, and over again until She ordered me to stop.

There are no words to describe the joy I felt at having my new Mistress using Her new slave in this way. The lovely tangy taste of Her golden nectar, Her kind and generous offering was simply out of this world, it was certainly out of Her, and now a part of me. Her seal of approval.

My new owner than said, Is there anything you would like to ask me ?

Yes please Mistress, I replied, so far all that you have done has given me pleasure, If I am to demonstrate my devotion, I must cost me something, I must experience pain.

No problem She replied, follow me.

She took me naked down into the cellar, fastened my wrists together, and secured them to a steel hook attached to the ceiling. She then separated my feet and clamped them to the opposite ends of a short wooden beam, after which She covered my mouth with several strips of sticky tape.

All this was done in complete silence. She then left the cellar, and went back up stairs for a while. Leaving me strung up for an indefinite period to contemplate what She would do to me when at last She condescended to return.

On the wall in front of me were erected two large full length mirrors, so that I could see Her behind me as She punished me. This was done with a broad leather belt.

Again this was done in total silence, She never said a single word, and I could not make any sound due to the gag. The only noise to be herd was the sound of the leather belt as it struck my flesh

She took Her time, She was in no hurry. There was as much as ten seconds between each blow. After She has given a dozen or more strokes, She left once more for an unspecified time, before returning to continue my punishment which hurt a great deal.

However, the knowledge that I was completely helpless, unable to move, and totally in Her power for as long as She liked, was joy unspeakable.

When She at last released me, I knelt down in front of Her, to kiss Her feet, and thank Her profusely for what She Had done.

Only when She said “That’s enough” did I stop.

Yourstouse.

I other words they are “Perfection”, and therefore, deserve to be kept continually in a state of idle luxury, at our expense.

We males should realize that we are only here to be used by women for their pleasure, enjoyment, entertainment, amusement. To do all the housework, cleaning cooking, shopping excreta, and thereby enable our owners to enjoy a life of comparative ease, whilst at the same time exercising complete and total authority over a member of the inferior sex.

Any male who a woman chooses to use as her slave should consider it an honour to have been selected by her. In fact he should worship her as the Goddess she is.

We males are so abysmal that we are not worthy to lick the dirt off their boots.

When however, one of us is chosen to be used by a woman. Then he knows that he has been considered worthy to lick the dirt off her boots.

If that happens then the man is unable to have sex

Mistress Peggy Sue