Spanking + Ogling = Heaven

I received the most excellent spanking last night.



And the humiliation of being nude while it occurred, and having everyone ogle my naked body and pinkened behind.... Dreamy!

Change Your Perspective, Gents

You gotta offer something that I want.  I find that males (not men) are adept only at offering what they want.

Enthusiasm

"She was a tender and enthusiastic lover... when paid in advance."

He Loves My Breastessess

Wonderful time with a client last night.



He only wanted to enjoy my soft, full breasts, so he spent over an hour nursing on them, and was so pleased by it all that he wet my belly, if you get my drift.  My husband made him lick it all off to clean me up, and by that time I was so wet and my husband so hot that he ravaged me in front of this poor creature for another hour.  The whole while, the client sat in the corner beating off, getting off twice while he watched me being used by my husband.



I love providing pleasure.

Change Your Perspective, Ladies

All these women need to stop "looking for the right man" and concentrate on being the right kind of girl.

My Night of Bondage... and Exhibition

It makes all the difference in the world to have a Dom who knows what he is doing.



Last night, I was taken from the height of tenderness to long past the brink of tears; I felt incredible pain yielding to a wonderful rush; I camped in subspace and my body was rocked with pleasure.  I felt... something.... everywhere from the soles of my feet to my face and ears, plus hair-pulling.  Every hole used... repeatedly.



By the time I was totally exposed and open for his pleasure, I was already lying in a pool of my own juices.  And then, he added to them.



As the wax dropped upon my belly, I could only say, "Thank you, Sir.  Oh yes!  That's wonderful!  Thank you, Sir."



The knots were not only beautiful, but fully restrictive without hurting.  The clamps were well-placed and left not marks in the morning.  The rush was incredible.



What a wonderful night....



And thanks to those who watched and participated.  Thanks for all the wonderful comments, as well.

My Encounter with a Moron

It is not my practice to do this, but my God, what a maroon!  Here is an exchange from a "computer tech" who makes 45 dollars an hour and... some other stuff I didn't quite get.



Maroon:  "try keping shore and smiple bout one pair-graf. i no you tiring to so how smart u ar but just the Fax's Maam."



NCSubMILF4u: "If you aren't smart enough to read - and apparently you aren't, since you aren't even smart enough to spell - then you cannot afford me."



Maroon:  "then started your profile SUGAR DADDY WANTED IN BIG TEXT"



NCSubMILF4u: "1) Apparently, you are not aware that I collect sugar daddies.  2) How does it feel to be as old as you are (age 53 on the profile - ed.) and functionally illiterate?"



Maroon:  "i may be dislexick but be computer tec A making 45 dollars hour and remember 95% of what i read better than you lol.  and how much do you payout just to change you ights.  you think in the boxs i'm outside the boxs makig the box your in open up other doors like robot cnc and every hands on life and Win i do a report i talk the computer write a word."



NCSubMILF4u: "It surprises me to no small extent that you are not performing some advanced task more suited to your great skills, and rendering some great service to mankind, like asking people if they would like fries with that.  You really are a moron, you know it?  Kthxbye.  P.S., When someone types Kthxbye they are being rudely dismissive, since I know you are too stupid to get that.  Kthxbye."

My Encounter with a Fake "Dom"

So I am a nice girl, but here is an actual email exchange which demonstrates what happens when you start out being RUDE to me:



Wussiefied Fake Dom (WFD):  Any reason you have your asscheeks displayed for all to see?



NCSubMILF4u (Me):  Well, yeah.  It is because the HETEROSEXUAL male members of collarme like that sort of thing.  But then, you wouldn't know anything about that.



WFD:  Don't be ashamed if men f*ck you in the a$$, it's OK.



Me:  MEN do, in fact, f*ck me in the a$$.  But that would exclude you.



WFD:  Did you cry the first time you were a$$f*cked or did you take it like a good girl?



Me:  I took it like a good girl.  Unfortunately, you will never get it like a good boy.  I don't put out for men whose best pickup line is "If you make any noise I will cut your throat."



WFD:  One sec, let me pull my BBC out of the throat of this Irish sub.



Me:  Firstly, your c*ck isn't "big" just because you can fit it into a potato.  Secondly, why are you f*cking a potato?



WFD:  How often do you take c*ck in the ass?  Sounds like often.



Me:  Every time I am on my period, unless he'd rather have a bj.  And any additional times he wants it, because he makes the rules, and I follow orders.  You know, like your relationship with your mother.



WFD:  Thanks for the beer.  I bet that you were an anal whore.



Me:  Bet again!  Maybe you can win some KY Jelly so you can take care of that little itch that no woman will be scratching for you tonight, or this week, or ever.



WFD:  Thanks for the beer.  I also bet that you sucked a$$, but since you didn't admit to it, I had to buy everyone here a beer.



Me:  You bought a whole round of beers?  That is a significant advance on your milk money, isn't it?  Oh, I know - you can tell momma that the eight year old girl next door bullied you and took your lunch money.  She will believe that!



WFD:  I only bet on you for a beer.  Sluttier girls we bet drinks.  If you would admit to sucking a$$ you would have saved me a six pack.



Me:  Oh, I see.  You need me to save you a six pack.  You live in your mother's basement.  You depend on mama for lunch money.  When are you going to stop being so dependent on women?  When are you going to stop hiding behind women's skirts?



WFD:  My buddy betted you didn't suck a$$ and won, though the 8 of us here in this convo say you do.



Me:  I'm surprised any real men would want anything to do with a prepubescent loser such as yourself.  Most men want to get under my skirt, and you only want to hide behind it.  Uhhhh, I hate to ask, but which of your eight GUY friends is Irish?  See ya later, hon!  Enjoy your circle jerk!

Submission to, and from, Women

I saw a female "dom" profile recently that said something like this:



"The greatest gift a man can give to a woman is total submission."



I got to thinking about that, and you know, she's right!  Submission, when given by a man to a woman, IS in fact a gift.  This is because, if a man does not GIVE submission to a woman, she will never get it from him any other way.  No woman can earn, demand, or even merit submission from a man.



But it occurs to me that I have never "given" submission to my Dom.  He is simply stronger than I am, in every possible way: intellectually, emotionally, physically, spiritually.  While I resisted giving him total submission at first, there came a day when I realized that I was striving against the natural order, and that I was only making things more difficult for myself by not surrendering.  I realized that the day would come when he would have whatever he wanted from me, and I was only causing myself untold pain by resisting that.



I surrendered because both he and nature itself demanded that I surrender.  I did not give a gift - I was defeated, like an army in battle.  I had no choice.



Since I was conquered by male authority, my life has become incomprehensibly better.  I am more stable, have more understanding, and have blossomed in every area of my life.  The anger and soullessness that I had when I still had a scrap of foolish feminism in me is completely gone.  I live to please he who is stronger and better than I because there is simply no other way to live.



The difference between the right kind of male "Dom" and all the fake female "dommes" is that Male Authority is real, and MUST be recognized.  Female "authority" is fake, and it is wholly optional as to whether an individual bends to it (always temporarily) or not.



One chooses to submit to females.  The right kind of Male demands submission.

Captivated.

I am captivated, mystified, and awed by all things male.



This morning I look at the dressing room counter and see his shaving kit: straight razor, shaving soap, shaving mug, and shaving cream brush, along with the razor strop hanging on the wall.  I watch him lather up and flip out the straight razor and begin to shave.  I think of how often I nick myself shaving my legs or privates with a safety razor, and am amazed he does not lop his head off with that thing.



And I marvel at his hairy chest, his rippling muscles, and the power of his masculinity as he stands there, wrapped in a towel and shaving.  That a man could do something so mundane and yet exude sex, that he could do something so common and yet exude authority, grace, and skill, this is the essence of masculinity.



And it is why I crave male authority.