You are certainly masochistic, because there is nothing more scary than the term carte blanche, especially when it comes to FemDomme/sub relationships, particularly ours. I’ll go with your vision. I trust you in this. I appreciate that you are trying hard to find a way to make this work for me in a way that works for you.

I think our relationship always worked mostly because we’re both curious. You are curious to see what you can do to me and how you can push me. I am curious to be pushed by you and and feel your total control. Curious as to what I can be taught or trained to think, or to react, or feel. We’ve always worked well when exploring that curiosity and never seemed to get very far when one of us tried to limit it. Along those same lines, I think it works best when we admit and address the limitations that life itself puts on that curiosity.

Here’s an example: I don’t know how much, if any, of the things I’ve fantasized about over the years I’d really want to do. I don’t know that I’d love being forced to be a housewife in  service to an incredibly dull-witted, disengaged husband; or being trained like a dog, fed from a dog bowl, and chained outside. The realities of all of those would not be a lot of fun. But they are great to fantasize about, and obviously they get me hot. And I get off to the idea of the story.

However, this new journey, this idea of allowing for some reality to slip in, is much more different than the other things we have done.. Because I could see the dependence I fantasize about really happening. Really becoming part of my life. And that idea is awesome to me. And I like the idea that because I adore you and trust you, I understand that IN MY REAL LIFE I need to be treated like you are treating me. That I really am neither deserving nor capable of making even the smallest decisions on my own.

And that I will become grateful that you’re willing to take the time and effort it will take to make me understand what I really am and what I deserve to be.

So I don’t know what the rest of it holds, but I trust you, and I trust that you’ve got an idea of how you want this to go.

So, Oh glorious Mistress of mine, I’m paying attention, praying at your knees, accepting your 24/7 (limited yet intensely focused) total 360 degree (which is going to cost me a shitload of dollars, which I know beyond a shadow of a doubt is money well spent) control.

Tell me. Teach me. Show me. Bend me. Twist me. Instruct me. Order me.

Obliterate me.

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

An email I received soon after a discussion in which a previous client and I came to an agreement. Of sorts.

Obviously, there is history here. Even a measure of affection and respect. On both sides.

I’ll leave it there for now. But do stick around for the occasional update. Because this is going to get quite interesting, and I suspect rather rapidly.

xo

Miss Angela:

A tribute to you for just being you. Thank you for your guidance and for helping me become a better person. You have touched me like no other and I am forever grateful that you permit me to serve you. I am truly blessed to have you in my life.

I feel your presence always around me, which challenges me daily to be a better person and an obedient servant to your every wish, whim and desire.

Truly
Your Devoted Pet
——-
——–
———

When I play with This Devoted Pet, there are so many buttons to push (check out the categories he fits into at bottom of post), it’s like playing a grand piano. So much fun for me and dizzying, obedient, responsive rapture for him. It’s a win/win … always.

Just write me a sweet little email …

Dear Ms. Angela:

There were days I was unsure, that I had no direction. I needed more, but not sure what that more was. But then I found you or you found me? And you showed me more. You gave me direction, you offered peace. Since then, you have given me purpose, you brought laughter and light into a darkness of which I’d not even been conscious.

And now I cannot think of a day from sunrise to sunset when thoughts of you don’t cross my mind. At those times I wonder what you are doing in that moment and yearn to hear your voice.

My adoration and appreciation of you is pure and fills my heart. Let the fairy tales and reality continue to blend, to become, and to expand.

I am so grateful, I needed to tell you so.  I don’t pretend to even come close to the beautiful writer you are, but everything comes from my heart and I offer these words up to you, my One and Forever Goddess.

Respectfully, faithfully, and truly,

Your submissive shitty writer. ?❤️

======

To (My) SSW:

This made me so very happy. I’m sure you had your heart in your throat, yet you persevered and wrote this email. If only others would be so fearless, because I love hearing that I’ve made a difference, touched a nerve, opened someone to new possibilities, or showed someone the absolute peace and joy that comes with owning our kink and loving our kinky selves.

You can send me email anytime! In fact, I command it!

xo,

Angela

Dear Angela

Thank you.

Sometimes I get caught up in a pursuit of happiness that can’t be caught, but must be enticed and welcomed with calm.
Sometimes, like today, I am calm and centered, and can realize how happy I am.

You are part of that.
Today I don’t expect we shall have a chance to speak, I don’t expect to have any kinky fun, or engage with your wit and wisdom, nor even to share the joys of your successes.

Today I am meeting with a well-heeled client, which means a serious payday and, most likely, an upgrade to our contract that will kick my bonus schedule into high gear. Yet here I am awake and alert well before I need to commute. So, I had a chance to realize that I have a kindle to take to office. I have a cage to lock away my penis. I have shaved balls. I have the beauty of a great novel to enjoy. I have peace and shelter. I have the confidence that another day will be equally hope-filled and happy, and that I can make a difference to someone I love.

All of that comes because of knowing you.
You haven’t made me happy.
You have taught me how to be happy.
You have shown me how to be grateful, and how grateful living promotes happy living.
You have shown me the peace that comes with living authentically.
You have allowed me to know a staggering and previously unimaginable combination of contentment with today and hope for better tomorrow.

So, Thank You, dear Angela.
You are so much more than Mistress. So much more than simple language can express, that all that can be said is “Thank you.”

Thank you doesn’t say enough, but it says what is foremost.

Mr.J

========

============

Well. Gee. Um.

I dunno.

Who me?

Quite honestly, I am stunned. I am overwhelmed. I am many things.

But mostly I’m just an everyday girl who happens to like boys and is perhaps a bit more kinky than one might expect upon meeting me. I am also a girl who is rather fond of this particular gentleman. And he takes my fondness like a champ.

Because, believe you me, my fondness can come at a cost.  Because some days, those days when I’m just miserable and so damn cranky that I want to eat carbs and drink margaritas until not only do my hips triple in size overnight but they wake up with a hangover, I can be a BITCH. A mouthy, intolerant, impatient BITCH.

And he knows this BITCH!

Yet he chose to speak to the everyday girl who believes in gratitude, the girl who sees gratitude as an almost living breathing verb, the girl who knows that gratitude is prayer and gratitude saves lives and heals hearts.

And we’ll leave this here for now.

Thank you, Mr.J.

To my Perfect Mistress:

Miss Angela, I am completely captivated by you.

You have listened to my fantasies and twisted them into chains of obedience that I cannot break. We talk. You listen and you spin out your sexy fantasies. You note every throb and each twitch. You hear any catch of breath or escaping sigh. You take up each and every revelation and fashion a link of dominance with which to bind me.

Your salacious kinky stories delight and excite. You lead me down dark slutty alleys of perversions and desires that take my breath away. You show my imagination pictures of lewd and wanton license, and draw me into the scenes.

You command and control. You tease and deny. You demand obedience. You inspire reverence. You punish reticence and when the time is just right, you loosen your bonds for a moment of unbelievable power and force as a reward, then somehow have me begging for my chains.

You take me on journeys of desperation and ecstasy that blur reality into fantasy and meld fantasy to passionate desire. You make my body hunger for pain. You make my mouth plead for denial. You make every part of me ache for your permissions.

You own me like the cheap dawg I am. You treat me like your whipped boi. You tease me with all the pleasures you can deny. And I beg for more.

Thank you.

========

Such a sweet email from a beautiful guy. I am blessed and I am grateful.

xo, Angela

===

*Shared with the author’s permission