… I received this email:

A quick note

You own my cock, and I have male desires.

My cock is NOT my master. You ARE my mistress.

I am yours because I want to be and because you are gracious enough to accept me. Nothing is more important to me than my place with you. MY place, not my cock’s place.

When we haven’t talked for days, I miss you more than I am horny.

Every time. Every single time.

Horny cocks happen, but you have chosen me and I have chosen to be yours. I care more about Angela than about arousal.

I do belong to you. All of me, not just my libido, but all of me is yours. And I belong to all of you, not just the kinky artist part.

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Mistress is happy.

When you submit to me, you give up ego and surrender to bliss. The everyday trivialities that weigh you down and drain your humanity are instantly gone. You are now in service to only ME. I will make your decisions, guide your explorations, instruct your desires.

You will be healed.

You will be new.

You will be complete.

You will be MINE.

Subject: How Utterly Gauche of You

To: Client 108954d

You have abused my generosity and I am blocking you.

Rest assured I will be reporting you to my colleagues so that no one ever again deigns to show you any largesse.

I do hope you remember what you did the next time someone cheats you or steals from you or underpays you.

Because Karma is a bitch. And so are you.

Mistress Angela

PS. Did you know that, if you are a cheap tipper, your waitperson might very well spit in your food?

I hate when a caller disappoints me with banal indiscretions and bad manners. I double hate it when they’ve said they are submissive, that they put women on a pedestal, that they adore you, blah blah blah.

This curb crawler actually utilized five free minutes I’d sent him, due to a call dropping (customer service is everything, dontcha know?), and talked for one more minute before hanging up.

Hanging. The. Fuck. Up. On. Me.

Client 108954d has been deep-sixed.

Usually when I do a #FeedbackFriday I am featuring actual reviews I’ve received for the FemDom adventures I’ve taken my wonderful and appreciative callers on. But my boys do communicate with me outside of those calls and I’ve been collecting them. These are from texts, emails, twitter and private messages. And this is why I adore these guys just as much as they adore me (even if I do occasionally make them masturbate into the circle I made them draw on the wall):

I obsess about you.
I want to be broken and violated by you.
I want to surrender beyond my imagining.

My beautiful owner makes me proud to be a slave, long to bear her marks, and strive to be worthy of service.

You own me by right of conquest and hold me by silken bonds.
All that I am is yours to take and to use.

You spoil me with your gracious affection and erotic attention.
You intrigue me with your philosophy and humor.
You are something very special, dearest Angel.

?? always a great day knowing I belong to you. ??

My sun. My moon. My world. You are these and more, and I am completely yours.

You are a lovely Mistress. And the most joyous words I can ever say are: “I am Angela’s”

I am ever more enamored of you.
I will always belong to you.

Dear Cruel Mistress
I am insane with lust for you.
I want to eat you. I want to taste every part of your woman’s body.
I want to taste my bloody lips from your kiss.
I want to be covered in you.
I want to explode within you and clean you with my tongue.
I want to be whipped and pegged.
I want tears of pain, tears of frustration, tears of relief, and tears of joy.

Sometimes I am embarrassed that a text can make me hard. Not this time.

You are a stunning version of human virtue and sexuality. Any man would be honored to know you, and should be overloaded with joy. I am. And I am thankful to have been accepted.

Thank you for cuckolding me tonight.
I am greedy for your passion,
for a chance to dive in to your head and be destroyed.
My senses are starved for you.