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.

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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
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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. ?❤️

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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,

Although each session ends with its own unique aspects of aftercare, the following is fairly typical of my play with my real time Mistress, and feels right as I read it. Use, and edit, as you see fit.

Fondly,

Mr. DPS

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I am spent, used, and deep into that wonderful, euphoric place that you take me with our play, and I want to thank you in a way that you will appreciate the impact that you have just had on my life experience, even though I don’t yet fully appreciate it myself because I am, at this point, merely basking in the immediate afterglow. And as I feel your fingers gently caressing my scalp, and just barely hear your soft, whispered comfort close by my ear, I know that there will be time to express my gratitude, but now is a time when you want to help me reenter.

Mere minutes ago, you were taunting me with “show your Mistress what a good party slut you can be,” and now you soothingly, and happily, coo in my ear what fun we had. You run your hands slowly over my body, and I feel the gentle press letting me know that I am safe, and then safer still as you embrace and hold me close to your warm body.

After some time, you disengage while repositioning my head from your chest to a pillow, and soon return with a glass of cool water, and a warm, wet washcloth that you press onto my lower abdomen. Before departing again, you squeeze my hand, place a soft kiss on my forehead, and tell me to take my time recovering; you’ll be back in a little while.

When you return, we reminisce about our most recent adventure, maybe share a laugh about some misstep or fumble, and maybe also set a few ideas for next time. This is now the time when I can start to express my overwhelming gratitude for your understanding, openness, and companionship on my kink journey, during, one last, time seemingly unlimited, full body hug before bidding farewell until next time.

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Thank you, Mr. DPS

Absolutely beautiful.

*Image is detail from Dreamy Moon and Stars by Artist Cynthia Schmidt