It is my instictual and utmost desire to please my Mistress and help my Mistress be pleased. Any way I can possibly think of
or She takes the liberty to use me in.
I wish I could do this, sometimes like a traditional man pleases his ordnarty woman. However, I am no man
and She is curtainly no ordnary woman. Sometimes I look through Her pictures or at Her writings and I feel
so inferior that I fear there is not a single thing I could do except allow Her to humilate me, stay out of Her way,
and pay enough attentiion to the details of Her finer things that She has surrounded Herself with that I could purchase Her weekly flowers
better than any individual on earth.
I ALWAYS thought there is certainly nothing She could use my worthless cock for other than a tool of reward/punishent and an object
on display or concealed in Her presence to serving as a reminder of Her superiority and ability to have anything She desires.

And suddenly... an idea came along. A way I could have my cock please and actually, TRUELY use my pathetic cock to sexually please my
Mistress. After 100 more days of not cumming my tummy feels so bottled up that I have bloating, mood swings, am constantly heartbroken
by the littlest things, and constantly worried about my skin and home space staying fem and tidy. And my shrunken member is SO SENSITIVE.
I can handle 10 strokes erect until my core starts twitching.

I know that Mistress Sky loves to please a bull any way She feels, anytime She wants, in front of anybody She chooses.
I know fellatio is critical in pleasing a bull, just from reading and watching it happen on a few occasions. It drives them
to a hightened level of energy, a primal hypnotic state, prepared to do anything they must to obtain what is rightfully theirs.
Like the hunter at the call of the chase-begining to tune out the feeling of the ground under their feet;the sounds
of the surrounding enviorment; the taste of the air; the entire world. The race is on and the kill is already
secured.
It's mearly time the games be played ;dances be danced;songs be sung. To end on the highest fucking note possible.

To witness this would be the closest thing I could ever be to having sex with my Mistress. Even if She walked up with Her gorgeous legs and laid the lips of Her divinity
around the tip of my miserably inadequate cock; fucked it as hard as She could until I exploded.

I would still not be pleasing Her sexually even a fragment-even if She truly desired it. Though, She would never be foolish enough to.
Even a Goddess that can have anything She desires can not make my insufficient penis pleasurable.

To be accepted as an item and body into Her ritual would be my
greatest honor and deepest automatic completion. Every preconceived notion of being anything other than what I am right there
in that instant would perish, desintegrate in the inferno of reality that is Her world.
The sacred ritual that is HER world-my perfect and voluptuous Goddess Sky. To be on Her mind;in Her heart;seen in Her eyes;and felt on Her skin;
to contribute to the femanine smells that fill the atmosphere as Her bull's frenzy realizes actuallity.
in a moment so flawless............................ the thought of it is worth a lifetime of fantastical reverie.

And I think I may have rubbed my pitiful cock dreaming of the almighty Sky just enough to do that.

I feel that, as an only child, I was unfairly cheated out of the opportunity to have a hot much-younger sister with whom I could enjoy the finer pleasures of trailer park incest. With this in mind, I'm currently accepting applications for a fake sister. The line forms by the rec room.

Mmmm nothing finer than a fat sweaty milf ass!

Dominant, retired, traveler, who can afford the finer things in life. I travel around North America, and have a comfortable bus style motor home with all the comforts and amenities. Basically the bus is a condominium on wheels.

Looking for submissive/slave female traveling companion(s) with all expenses paid, to enjoy the sights with. I also stay at finer resorts or hotels as destinations, or just for a change of pace. If you are a submissive/slave female who would enjoy traveling in style, why not say hello, is see what develops.

Please see profile for more information.

RetiredTraveler

I confess that I cast a spell to win the lottery but found a treasure instead…
 It was not but before yesterday. The lottery jackpot was outrageously high. I had attempted earlier with my girlfriend to produce enough loosh to manifest some winning numbers. We yielded no positive results for lottery but I enjoyed our endeavors. 
 I knew if we were to stand a chance of creating any real Sex Magik, we would need more willing bodies. People that entertained a certain type of magical thinking. Likely of the Cluste-B variety..
 I created a new profile on a popular alternative hook-up app. The profile pics were nothing particularly spectacular, but I thought they communicated a certain air of a couple that were secure with themselves. The bio though, was a simple short blurb advertising my intent. I didn’t fuck around with straight couples or bullshit bicurious single males. I wanted cock and pussy. I was going to have a fucking full swap or an orgy.
 The bio detailed my plan. All participants agree upon a shared set of lottery numbers. We then set upon each other with carnal lust and the appropriate Will and invoke our manifestation. “Should we fail to produce the lottery numbers”, I penned, “we would still win in the end”.
 The last part was an extremely dry joke but it was brought up later. 
 I actually received quite a few responses but most were single men. Eventually I received a message from a person I will call Jack. Jack had wife named Jill. Jack started sending me pictures faster than I could send mine back. I was afraid I wasn’t sending enough of my gf and too many of my cocklet and I. Jack didn’t mind though. Jack thought that was just fine.
 We set up a place for the four of us to meet. I always vet people out before I stick my dick into them or their’s into me. I have a sensitive barometer for people I fucking hate and so I like to sniff new prospects out before I take them home or to a hotel.
 I had cleared the entire thing with my girlfriend before I ever ran the add on the bio but given the small community we live in, and the troubles we have had before in finding swinging bi couples, she was very surprised at how fast I had arranged such a meeting. It made her nervous for the entire day.
 My gf and I arrived at the agreed meeting place before Jack and Jill. It wasn’t quite six in the evening but it was already dark. The other couple were more than fashionable late. My gf was practically frantic from the anxiety she felt. She usually feels some anxiety on the first meeting when we swing but this was extraordinary. It highly uncharacteristic of her.
 When they arrived I suggested we all just pile into my truck for the warmth. Jack and Jill were agreeable to that and we all climbed inside the cab. Jack liked my truck and tried to engage me a little on the topic of diesel engines and vehicle models like mine. I fained little knowledge. I was more interested in fucking his hole. I mean, his wife was okay, but I liked this man from the moment I smelled him. But I would soon cum to see how very much, Jack was absolutely insane.
 At first, there was some back and forth between the four of us but it would not be long before Jack would rise to dominate the conversation totally and I was in awe at the spectacle of him. He was a juggernaut that could not be stopped. Holy shit. He was a bit shorter than me and had a muscular build. Probably procured through hard work rather than lifting weights. He wore a fleece cap but I expected a cowboy hat. He a chiseled jaw with a cleft chin. He was very handsome.
 Jill was closer to our age. She was probably your typical bpd nympho. A body of about  average but very large breasts. Scandinavian with Irish maybe? Doesn’t really matter, she had large breasts. Very fuckable in my book. Her fantasies were very dark I think. Definitely lots of psychological damage. Large breasts though. Jack would tweak on her nipples as I sometimes managed to chime in. It was very distracting in the most delicious of ways. Did I mention that her breasts were rather large? She wanted dicks rubbing together inside her. Actually I wanted that, but I knew she would have enjoyed it.
 Jack wasn’t a total dick though. He had method to his maddness. As he attempted to dazzle my gf and I with his strange stories and exploits of himself he left small oppenings. He found out quite a bit more than I tried to let on. He was much more cleaver than one might initially assume by his antics.
 Jack began to regail us with stories of killing, incest, rape, sex torture, squirting, marijuana omnitopical, drugs, his construction career, his pro-rodeo career , his porn career,he was a veteran,  how he hated his mom (I guess?), more incest,his ties to mafia, the finer points of leather stitching and yet more incest.
 Also, he only bottemed unless, “the dude was a chick”. My girlfriend looked right at me as he said that. I knew what she was thinking. I was thinking the same thing. 
 Actually, I was thinking about something totally different than her. I had been watching far too many youtube videos about people psychological problems. I had found out what type of crazy people with traits like myself find appealing. Jack was prime specimen of what is supposed to get my juices flowing. I think that youtube is right. 
 With every story, my gf became more and more apprehensive. They mentioned god 11 times. She counted. Every other story was a burning red flag. “These people are fucking kray kray!”, she said to me without speaking. Sure, the story about the squirting sex slave and tarp over the matress seemed funny at fist. But they sorta lost my gf’s interest when the said they had to beat the shit out of her and take her to a mental hospital. Because they cared. Fucking A. The story of the justified homicide did not help. 
 I knew there was no way this was going past the initial meeting between us. It was a shame. I was not sure if anything this person said was true. Pathological lying is hallmark of people with narcissistic traits. But Jack was broken in way that seemed very familiar to me. It could very well be that every story he told was crafted based on his perception of what he thought I might find interesting. It could also be that most if not all of what he said is a close approximation of reality. Chaos fills the lives of the people with traumas. Jack lived in another world at any rate.  
 We finally parted ways after two hours of Jack’s fantastic stories. Neither my girlfriend or I thought it wise to persue them but I harbor deep regrets. Jack being either human typhoon with bpd or a psychotic narcissist, makes no difference to me. The damage is the same. The sex is probably the best I will never know. I don’t even know why it would be so great. But I think it would. People say that it is. Who am I to gainsay them?
 I wanted to win a billion a dollars but instead I found a person that beyond any treasure that could compare. A person so beautifuly tortured that only I could see the true worth of. A person that would not bore me. A person that would probably murder me. A person whose emotional dis-regulation riviled my own I think. Probably eclipsing it. I am sure every day with Jack would be a whirlwind of passion and near death experiences. 
 I confess this Jack, should you ever read this and recognize me, I would have rocked your world like no fucking other. I would have made you cum with every hole I have. I would have fucked every hole of yours. I would have played every crazy mind game you set up for me. I would have made every pore of yours drip sweet and I would have drained your fucking balls. I would have fucked your body, destroyed your mind and raped your sole. You would have fragmented into a dozen or more pieces inside your mind and I would have fucked every one of them. You could have beaten me until my body was bruised and my will was broken. I could have broken you. It would have been fun. I would have saved you from god. You could have joined me with the devil. We could have found refuge in each other’s holes.
 Fuckit, I still have your number…
 

I confess I'm in Droog City, the titties here are firm, the reefer is smokin', the balutchiks are way finer than the putas down south, and the jihadists are all out of suicide belts.

  I have to tell someone. I can't tell my friends because I fear what they might think of me. At times I even think why didn't I do something, how could I have let this happen. I should have done more to stop this from happening. Then more times I'm thinking how fucken hot was that. I just have to get it off my chest.  My girlfriend, Karen, and myself had a vacation booked and we were really looking forward to getting away together, when disaster struck. COVID. It closed every country. When restrictions were eventually lifted, our relationship was going through a rocky patch. We decided that maybe a trip away might be the thing that would help us, but even deciding where to go caused trouble.  Karen comes from a well-to-do family and is use to the finer things in life. She wanted to go for two weeks to a spa resort in Japan. I'm into the outdoors. I saw this place, in  the Andaman Sea, which had these beach huts that I always wanted to stay in. We compromised, well I compromised, we said we would stay 4 days in the beach huts and then fly to the spa and stay for 10 days there. I was getting ready to book the hut when Karen saw the place I was about to book, she said " no way" "not a hope". She said, "I'm going to book the beach hut". I just said fine and left her at it. The hut she booked, did look better than the ones that I was going for, so we reserved it for April.We arrived at the airport and got through customs without a problem. Our taxi driver was in the lobby waiting for us, and led us out to his car. Once the doors of the airport opened, bang, the heat hit us. I thought that springtime would be a great time to go but what I didn't realize is that April is the hottest time of the year there and to make things worse, we arrived in the middle of a heatwave. The taxi driver told us that the night-time temperature only drops 5 degrees. It was 110 Fahrenheit/44 Celsius. It took us about the hour to get to our resort. We arrived too early to check in so we went for a walk towards the huts. One of them was being cleaned so we went inside to take a look. It looks nothing like the website. The windows and doors only covered by nets. There was a mattress thrown on the ground in the corner and the table to eat off of was in the middle of the of the room. In the back corner of that same room was a curtain and it was hiding a hole in the floor, that was our toilet and for the showers we had to go out the back of the huts to a communal site. Karen was almost in tears as she shouts "I'm not staying here." On the way back to the lobby I calmed her down a small bit. We checked in and I got the number of our hut. As we were walking out, a fellow with a very feminine voice asked the receptionist was she staying with us. He stops Karen and  introduces himself as the owner of this resort his name was Tommy. He said that he has a bungalow with a private beach that he is going to give us as an upgrade. I asked him how much extra will all this cost and Karen barks at me, " I don't care how much it costs we'll take it." Tommy leads her back to the opposite end of the counter and tells her that she's much too good for a hut. I see a smile on the face of the guy who originally checked us in. The good part about it was he didn't charge us anything extra. Tommy led us to the bungalow. WOW, it was stunning. Sitting on top of a small hill overlooking a beach with Coconut trees behind. There was absolutely nothing else around it. As he leads us into the bungalow the first thing you notice is that there are doors and windows which are covered by screens. A beautiful veranda, deck chairs and hammock. There was a room for sitting and eating with a bedroom off of it, with a proper bed. The bathroom had an open shower which drained into the hole in the ground that is used as a toilet. Karen loved it, not so much the toilet but everything else. I do have to admit, it was beautiful.The first thing Karen did was take a shower. Her outfit was drenched from the sweat. Her bra and panties felt like she took a swim  with them on. The first thing I did was head down to the beach, took a look around and saw nobody, took off my t-shirt and board shorts and dove into the water. Even the water was warm but, oh, how refreshing, a private beach. A little while later I see Karen looking down from the veranda, naked. "This is the life."In the evening we went to the bar and restaurant just beside reception. As we walked in Tommy comes up to Karen asking if she's settling in and guides her to the counter just totally ignoring me, having a 5 minute conversation, without trying to bring me into it. I don't know why but I just can't warm to him. I know he upgraded us but I think he's a bit creepy. I mentioned this to Karen over dinner but she totally disagreed with me saying he's the only reason we're still here. After dinner we went to the bar to have a few drinks. The place was busier than I thought with the DJ playing some nice music. There were a few couples out dancing so I asked Karen if she wanted to dance but she gave me the coldest, NO. We were just  about to head back home when Tommy comes over to the table and grabbed Karen off the chair and pulled her onto the dance floor saying to her "Mr Karen should have pretty girl dancing." There I am, sitting, watching the two of them. She totally refused me but there is no problem going out with her new bestie. They eventually come off the floor. Walking past the table, Karen said "come on we're going home." Tommy and her stopped at the counter, giggling with each other and then they inform me that we're going to a dance tomorrow that Tommy is holding at his club. Well, I see I have no say in the matter, so fine by me. He told us that he'll.. have the receptionist get a taxi for us and have the driver ask for him.It was unbelievable just how hot it is at night. I slept in the hammock with a mosquito net over it but it was a broken sleep. I'd be woken by Karen who would come out to try to sleep, like me in the hammock, but would never stop going on about it being too hot and she can't sleep disturbing my sleep. Her motto must be, "if I can't sleep neither can you." The day time was magical. We were laying around on the porch most of the time, heading to the water for a dip with one sexy looking girl next to me, with no clothes or bikini on.....NICE.... That evening we got ready to go to the club. The receptionist got us a taxi and off we went. We were being driven for about 30 minutes when the taxi pulled into an industrial estate stopping at this huge warehouse. The amount of people trying to gain entry stretched the length of the building. The taxi driver gets out and opened our door, leads us to one of the doormen, who checks us up and down before he talks into his shoulder mic. He tells another of the doormen to wait inside the door with us. I'm usually the one queuing outside waiting to get in, not the one being escorted in.We were eventually met by Tommy who was being escorted by 3 minders. As usual he completely ignored me and he went straight to Karen and was complimenting how she looked in her dress. I have to admit,  she was looking really sexy. All I could tell you about her dress was, it was a black very short mini, with shiny thin straps.  Tommy was spinning her around saying, " with that black velvet mini and crystal straps, that must be Magda Butrym design. ( I had to look at Karen's dress, just now, to see what name was on the label). Karen was delighted that he knew the designer of her dress and by the sounds of it, it's an expensive one. Tommy leads us into the main part of the warehouse and seeing the inside just confirmed what I thought. It's a Rave. The place was so, so crowded. There was a DJ on an elevated stage, the lighting was like something I'd never seen before. Colorful lights spinning and flashing to the heavy base sounds of some monster speakers. I don't know how much it would cost to get in but Tommy must have made a small fortune tonight. He brings us to the side of the bar whispered into the ear of one of the barman, turns to Karen saying, he'll look after us. He said to enjoy ourselves and he'll checkup later. I asked the barman for drinks and when I went to pay, he told me that Tommy doesn't want us to pay for any drinks. As I was bringing the drinks back to Karen, I noticed Tommy talking to group of guys and two of them turned and looked in our direction. Maybe I'm only paranoid but I don't like him. I said what I saw to Karen but she barks at me, "will you just stop being such a dick, he's a great person." We were just after finishing our second drink when Tommy and his minders came back to us. Again Tommy totally ignored me and was straight up to Karen wondering why she wasn't out dancing. He takes Karen's almost empty glass and hands it to me then leads Karen towards the packed floor. I put the glasses on the bar and followed them. One of the minders was pushing his way through and one more on either side was shielding Karen and himself from the dancers. They stopped, center of the floor about 6 people back from the barriers that were blocking the stage and Tommy started to dance with Karen. He stayed there for about 5 minutes and then headed off, with his minders, telling us to enjoy the night. People all around us were like zombies, just stairring up at the DJ, swooning to everything he said and dancing.  Things started to get a bit rougher. I was being barged out of the way by people trying to get closer to the stage. The next thing is the crowd who are doing the barging seems to be dancing around Karen. They're 4 behind her and 3 in front. They separate Karen and myself but I pushed back along her side and said to her that you better be careful, something fishy is happening. Karen kicked her leg slightly and said " ouch, why did you scratch me. Will you fuck off and let me enjoy my night." I didn't touch her at all. I just backed off and kept an eye on her.It was quite hard to see what was happening. Maybe I was, over reacting. They did seem to be only dancing unlike, Karen, who went from this very refined swaying, to a pole dancer without a pole. Her hands were over her head as she had her body snaking. Then she'd bring her hands down and start guiding them over her boobs, continuing down to her thighs and back up delaying around her low stomach before rubbing her ass. This is not how Karen acts. The next thing that happens is, the guys that we're dancing by her, start to squeeze into her. The ones behind her start to push forward and the ones in front stand firm which put Karen squashed between them, she was the meat in their sandwich, as she keeps dancing very provocatively. Not long after this, the lighting changes. It went from spinning coloured lights mostly pointed at the stage to white strobing lights which was faced to the dancers on the floor. This lighting was very blinding, but it wasn't stopping me from getting glimpses of what was happening alongside me. 2 of the guys behind Karen pulled out their phones and turned on the torch light and then took turns pointing it up her dress. Karen's being given an upskirt. Well, they really hit the jackpot. Huge jackpot!!! Karen has a thigh gap, she's wearing no panties, has a landing strip cut out of her pubes and she has the biggest, floppy, pussy lips ever. She's getting an upskirt and I'm doing nothing to stop it being done to her. Well she did tell me to "fuck off and let her dance" and I was loving watching this happen to her.  This seems to be going on for ages when I think I see one of the guys with his dick pulled out and he has it resting on Karen's dress and with her dancing, she's giving his dick a good grind. They take turns having their dicks rubbed and tossed by Karen's ass, while filming all that was happening and she's oblivious to the groping that's being done to her. The guys headed off just as fast as they arrived. I wasn't 100 percent sure but I think one of the guys is the same person that Tommy was talking to before he took us out on the floor. The lights change back to the colorful spinning ones which makes  me wonder even more.Karen was still in a world of her own. Nothing was stopping her from dancing, she was buzzing. Tommy and his minders came back to us and he led Karen over to the bar and gave her a bottle of water, again I thought that was strange. He said that the night was almost over and that it would be very hard to get a taxi with everyone looking for one, so he'll give us a drive back to the bungalow. What happened in the next few days was even crazier/dangerous, scary as shit.Part 2 later

it's kinda starting to piss me off to see all these overprivileged rich bitch chicks doin' their thing on cam. while i'm bustin' my ass workin' shift work; the third shift, and a 12 hour one at that, these homos are wasting time and the parent's money on technology that's enabling them to destroy their dignity. Now, John List's reasoning behind his decision to off his entire family, and this was in the seventies, seems to make sense. Whatever, though. I'll watch these rich bitches whore out their dignity. That's one reason i have zero fuckin' respect for those above me: my bosses and their bosses, and so on; they can't even control their stupid, fine ass kids. They do this kind of shit, gettin' all horny, bangin' themselves with markers and their hairbrushes, telling Ian, or Travis, or "baby" that they love them, but then when they get down to brass tacks, when they actually get fucked by Travis, Ian, or "baby", they're crying in their closets with, or without, a razorblade, mourning the loss of their virginity. Bull-fucking-shit. They sent their purity packin' when they decided to put their asses to the camera and stick their fingers and lollipops in there, and then turn around and let the dog lick the cheez whiz off their outer labias, but they wouldn't have a sense that those things were wrong, because they're all a bunch of latchkey kids. Where's mom to tell them that the family dog giving them a rimjob might be just a tad bit on the wrong side of moral? Mom's got no time for that. She's out in the world with Dad makin' that money so they can afford the $300,000 house they didn't need, and the yearly $3000 dollar facials so they can stay lookin' young as long as they can, and keep appearances up, meanwhile the kids are oblivious that their cushy lifestyle is all smoke and mirrors, and that just when they least expect it, IRS is gonna come knocking, and they're eventually gonna have to part ways with all that technology that allowed them to put their visages and bodies up on the web for all to fap and fantasize to. Nah. mom and dad didn't need to be home to teach them those essentials. Nick Jr. and PBS kids and Pixar and the school system can show them the ropes and teach them the finer points of being a dignified person, but how can they even do a good job when they have these kids showin' their goods to them, on and offline? All they, we, want to do is FUCK 'EM!! Thanks, mom and dad, for the jack-off fodder. Your daughter's are doin' a bang up job at keeping me and the rest of us hard and cummin'. Zero respect.

My girlfriend recently opened up to me about her sexual past and shared with me some shit I was not expecting.

She is 33 tall long legs pretty big big butt. Smaller a/b cup boobies that are actually nice because they stick up in a perky way. We’ve been known each other for years but only dating a few months now. We took it slow and didn’t fuck for a couple dates she did suck my did tho and swallow first night like a good girl. On our first hotel overnight after a long of drinking I was hoping for a little fun. She did a little striptease for me down to nothing but her panties. I told her to wait and grabbed the vibrator I had brought with me ready to please her. Something changed tho and she told me she didn’t like vibrators. I didn’t think much of it. All of a sudden she falls onto her stomach and seems disinterested. “I need to tell you something she says.” With my dick still buried balls deep laying on top of her I ask what’s wrong. She pulls my dick out and tells me something like.

“I don’t like vibrators because of what happened with Jack (her ex). I don’t know why but I wasn’t myself with him and let him do things I wouldn’t otherwise have done. Remind you now my hard on is raging. “What do you mean” I pushed, trying to get details but still not end the fucking. Then she tells me “well he had a thing for watching other people fuck and other guys fuck me. We were kind of in the lifestyle.” I said like couples on couple stuff she nodded but said it was more too. “that’s why I hate vibrators.” I told her I thought it was hot and asked her to tell me the story. Essentially the story was Her ex would take her to parties in the LA Hills and it would either be couples swapping or big orgys. She told me it was fun at first but she didn’t like one time.

I guess they went to some kind of mansion and from what she said she was unimpressed with the other people there and they all seemed a lot older. She told her ex that she wanted to leave but they decided to stay and took a bunch of shots and When people started coupling off her and her ex just went at it right in the main room. She said another woman join them with a 12 inch dildo vibrator. I asked her if she used it and she says back to me “what do you think?” Yes in front of a room full of people I bounce up and down on it. Not one of my finer moments.

Right then I said perfect timing pull my dick out grab her by the shoulder so she fell to the floor and nutted in her mouth.

Nothing finer than an Aryan bitch

I confess: What the fuck is wrong with hair on a chick? Guys who demand a smooth little prepubescent look are little fucking boys, not men. There's not much finer than burying one's face and tongue in a thick bush. The smooth little chi ld look is great too, as is the trimmed look, but most of you pussies act like a bush is repulsive, and you're total faggots for thinking that way.

The only place I don't want visible or course hair on a chick is her face. If you're gonna kiss whiskers you might as well be a fag.

Arms, legs, armpits, pussy, even the nipples (I've fucked a few chicks with hairy nips -- kinda fun) are all perfectly fine places for a woman to have hair -- or not.

You faggots need to get over your chi dish obsession with hairless women. It makes you look like sissies.

And for what it's worth, real men don't remove hair from their bodies except above the neck (face, ears, nose, eyebrow trim, etc.). All you chest, pube and leg shaving/waxing dudes are total fucking fudgepackers, even if you don't yet realize it.