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Saturday, July 22nd, 2017

the gluttonous whoreman

Wednesday, May 11th, 2016
  • always desperate for some serious, malicious ass-kicking   femdom phonesex manwhore
  • perpetually groveling for brutal & barbaric ego-smashing
  • controlled by a prurient, animal dick that I own
  • craving his Mistress, Goddess, Dominatrix, Boss Bitch

He wrote:

I go without you for so long. I look for you and long for you but you are away, living your life as well you should. Then I see it–an email that you’ve mentioned me in a tweet. I rush there and consume the snippets that you’ve written and ache ache ache for more but am denied because of my impotence.

I imagine this is what chastity and edging are like.

I replied:

You’re too much of a gluttonous whoreman to enjoy chastity or edging.

Now … castration might just be the perfect answer.

Don’t forget to check zen fetish. You’re my (un)shining star, after all.

blessed be you

Saturday, February 13th, 2016

when she turns to you
her circumspect attentions
blessed be you

when she opens you up
her clever bemusement
blessed be you

blessed be you
unhinged and broke open
blessed be you
asymmetric and fervent

blessed be you
that your merits are counted
blessed be you
because your edges are rounded

when she gives to you
her urgent crooked love
blessed be you

when she drains from you
like a dark-eyed gypsy
blessed be you

blessed be you
un-creased and pressed flat
blessed be you
teetering and undone

blessed be you
wrung out and boiled down
blessed be you
buoyant and effervesced

blessed be you
sweet boy
for her blessings
these blessings that are yours to count

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by yours truly,
xo, Angela

I was a blessing for Thanksgiving!

Friday, November 27th, 2015

blessing

 

Dearest Angela,

Happy Thanksgiving.

I want to let you know that I am thankful for you and what you have given me since I was first afraid to call you.

I am thankful for all the times we have talked, for all the calls you granted me, for all the times you teased me, for the times you took possession of me. And I am grateful for the physical, spiritual and emotional transmutation you guided me through, by teaching me to authentically commit to a truly dominant woman, rather than a cheap imitation of one.

You are the most amazing human being I have encountered. I mean that without the erotic attraction which so deeply binds me to you. The you that resides in your head and your heart, that beams loving insight at me & every other person in the world around you. The you who innately knows when to chide, to praise, to laugh, and even to cry.

That this person shares the same flesh with the most erotic, kinky, intuitive, arousing, and desirable woman in the known world is a miracle of creation. I would be pleased to encounter either, but my blessing — this world’s blessing — is to know the two of you as one and the same.

You allowed me to know you through some of the most challenging times I hope you may ever have.

You have led me to be a better person myself, and have helped me hope to heal, and to hope I may have started.

Whatever small gifts I have given you are but tokens to show my respect for the priceless gift you continue to share with me.

Thank God, and Thank You.

Love,
Mr. J.

______________________________

… and this ‘slave’ has certainly been a blessing to me.

xo, Angela

The Cage

Thursday, July 24th, 2014

So Scunt ( AKA Debased Scunt, AKA Gentleman Slut) whom I kinda-sorta own, but not so much, since he’s quite the slut and pretty much any old Mistress will do when he’s itchy for some good old-fashioned persecution and mayhem, recently moved to a new place.

Recently single, Scunt found his version of the perfect bachelor pad:  close to work, lots of amenities, uber modern, a skylight. I’m certain he was thinking he could play on the vanilla side of life for a change, wowing the pretty girls with his slick new pad.

Nope.  Not a chance. Because a week after moving in, management installed storage bins in the basement.

And that changed everything.

Because those storage bins look — at least from Scunt’s perspective — very much like The Cage in which he longs to be held captive.

He begins obsessing, sending me multiple emails about The Cage, describing his twisted, craven fantasies. Oh he is in big-time heat.  The storage bins are taunting him, calling him. He walks past them every day; thoughts of the torture, the agony, the isolation, the craven abuse and neglect he would suffer if he were captured and held in the The Cage.

Then I open an email from Scunt with one sentence:

I decided to imagine that you had ordered me to get the hell over myself and into the cage where I belong.

And an attachment …

caged slave

 

Be still my ‘lil Femme Domme heart!

That Scunt simply could no longer resist the belligerent mocking of the dastardly Storage Bins just about knocked me into Domme Space.   So with Scunt’s permission and a little bit of creative editing to keep him safe, here you have it: the reality of what Scunt is and what Scunt will always be.

So, mon sale petit cochon dégénéré, it seems the fancy place with the pretty windows and hardwood floors isn’t going to change a thing.  After all is said and done, you just can’t run from The Cage.  You can’t deny your pusillanimous heart’s traitorous desires.

Bachelorhood for you does NOT come with redemption.  You can move to heaven’s highest cloud and salvation will still elude you.

You are not The Continental.  The shampanya will not be flowing.  The party is over.

So get on your knees, kiss my ass, and crawl back into The Cage.

xo, Angela