Dearest, darling Mistress:

I’ve come to realize that being in chastity for you is better than any orgasm I ever had. It has been a long time since I had an unauthorized jerk. I now understand that even to be under your control, I have to earn it with obedience and by submitting to your whims.

I want to be fucked in the ass while cum dribbles from my unsatisfied cock.

By you. With you. For you.

But, I now know and accept that this is your decision and never mine to make. It is so much easier to turn my every desire over to your wise tutelage.

The most important lesson you’ve taught me is respect. When I respect you and trust you there are less hidden motives. Hidden motives make actions unreasonable and unpredictable to my Mistress.

“Please, dear God, don’t let me fuck up.” – the astronaut’s prayer.

I will strive my whole life to be worthy of growing with you.
I will submit every day to your bewitching seductions.

I mean short and long term. My body is for you. You may starve me, brand me, hurt me, or comfort me. I will surrender my diet to you I will surrender my schedule to you. I have already surrendered my cock and mind.

Yours, ______

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For many men, this is where you will finally find fulfillment, peace and the freedom that self-actualization affords. With me, with another Mistress, with a girlfriend or a wife. Do not dismiss it out of hand.

xo, Angela

Party Favor: Part II

[Part  I  …  click here]

Good evening, Ladies:

Ms. Angela has tasked me w/ writing all of you again. It’s been awhile; I hope everyone has been well. Ms. Angela informed me that she read out my previous address and I thank you for listening. I suppose I should be blushing, but we’re probably past some kind of (shameless) line of demarcation by now.

So Ms. Angela wanted me to recap our conversation last night for your collective amusement. We touched on a number of topics–as you all likely learned in the previous dispatch, I love the thought of Ms. Angela having me stop by and provide entertainment for the night, to be a Party Favor, as Ms. Angela succinctly puts it.

Among newer topics discussed were Ms. Angela’s intentions of introducing some ass-fucking into the mix (mine, of course). It’s been awhile since I have delved into ass-play, and Ms. Angela seems quite eager to personally re-familiarizing me. I let it slip that I actually owned a pair of panties, which, of course, she then had me try them on for her. I gave a brief synopsis of how I got those panties–potentially a story for another time in case anyone is interested. Based on what she said, it sounds like some posing for pics could be in my future, if you ladies are into that sort of thing. : )

All the while Ms. Angela was putting forth different scenarios of what could be taking place if I were in full Party Favor mode. Knowing what a foot slut I am, she said I would definitely be spending time at everyone’s feet–massaging, pampering, licking. Then when she sensed I was getting close, she discussed a scenario where I was laying back with my legs being propped up by one of you ladies, so my cock was positioned right over my mouth.

It doesn’t take a playwright to figure out what was coming next–namely, a huge load of hot cum for me to slurp down. I did hike my legs up like a slut–Ms Angela said one of you would also be also shoving a toy in my ass, and right then and there I started spurting that jizz all over my chest–some even made it up to my chin. I think this is because I had three weeks worth of cum stored up. You may be amused to learn that Ms. Angela had me begin saving up for quite awhile, then was simply “unreachable” until this weekend. Method to her madness? Feel free to ask her and let me know.

Anyway, hope everyone has a great time tonight. Thanks again for inviting this perv into your Monday night gatherings.

Sincerely, R.C.

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So what do we surmise from this deliciously revealing email?? Mr. R., per my sweevil (sweetly evil) plan,  is evolving or devolving, depending upon your point of view. Of course the panty thing has to be explored much more deeply, utilizing them as a means of education and control. 

Also, take note that R.C. revels in being the Party Favor. Which, of course, I intend to exploit.

I’m sure we’ll be hearing more from R.C.  for a long, long time. He’s such a pervy little delinquent, dontcha think?

xo, Angela

PS. Send Pics, R.C.  LOTS OF THEM! And I told the girls about the pantyhose, so do include some of those, too.

PPS. Said pics, ladies and gents, are for private consumption only and will not be displayed here. Even if R.C. might splooge uncontrollably at the thought of my exposing him in such an out loud way, that’s not what I do. Never. EVER.

My wife wants sex in the back of the car and she wants me to drive. -Rodney Dangerfield

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A guy walked into a crowded bar, waving his big pistol with the an 8 shot clip, and yelled, “Who in here has been screwing my wife?” A voice from the back of the bar yelled back, “You need more ammo.”

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Randall is leaving his office for the day, when a man calls to him, “You’re a cuckold.” Randall ignores him, but goes home and tells his wife, “tonight outside my office building, some asshole called me a cuckold.” His wife replies: “So what? You’re not going to listen to some random idiot in the street, are you? “No, I guess not,” Randall says, putting his arms around her and giving her a kiss. They spend a quiet evening  together and soon retire. The next evening, as Randall is again leaving the office, the same man is waiting for him and calls to him, “You’re a damn tattletale too.”

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Midieval Cuck Joke: Francesco Quartnense, a Florentine merchant, resided in Genoa with his wife and family. His children were thin and lanky, while those of the Genoese are generally healthy and hardy. He was asked one day why his children were so spare and of such a weak constitution, it being the reverse with the young Genoese. “The reason is easily given, ” he said. “I work alone at manufacturing my children, but you have quite a number of assistants in the making of yours.” It is fact that, soon after their wedding, the Genoese take again to the sea, and leave their wives, for many years in succession, to the care of other men, as they say.

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Hope I made you giggle!

xo, Angela

Dear Angela,

My feedback on our most recent call was accurate and heartfelt, but had to be truncated due to NiteFlirt’s 255 word feedback limit. If not so limited, here is what I would say:

A few days prior to our call, I started thinking about it because I knew that I would be by myself with plenty of privacy, and although we had communicated about ideas for that call (think prom), what I really wanted to focus on was allowing myself to relax, open up, and let go for Angela. I was, of course, delighted when my schedule worked out to give me several free hours, and even more delighted, when Angela confirmed that she would be available.

As the time passed leading up to our call, I felt my excitement mounting, as it always does prior to a conversation with Angela. I took some of that time to reflect back on many other calls, and was reminded of how safe it is to trust Angela with the most intimate details of my sexual proclivities without fear of negative judgment, ridicule, or embarrassment (well, maybe just a little bit of erotic embarrassment to heighten the intensity ?).

In any event, when we connected, we spent some time just catching up on what’s been happening in our lives, current events, and politics, before Angela’s lead in question: “Well, do you have any particular ideas for our call tonight, David?” It’s at this point, that I always know that I am in good hands, because no matter what I share with Angela, whether specific details, or just a general idea, I know that she will take that information, combine it with what she has learned about me from prior calls, and create a wonderful fantasy that is pliable enough to accommodate any ad hoc variation that either of us may conjure during our conversation.

It was also at this point that I consciously reminded myself to put any inhibitions aside, free my imagination, and pay attention to each and every nuance of Angela’s voice as she set the scene, introduced other characters, and developed a plot and story line. With my eyes closed, it was almost as if Angela’s sultry voice was seeping into every aspect of my being.

… I let myself moan at her intimation of an article of clothing, a toy, or a movement between us, and heard her acknowledgement, and approval, as she pressed that button with a little more force and specificity.

… I confessed to Angela that I was touching my body as she described, in detail, exactly how she and her girlfriends would tease and tempt me, and I heard her encouragement to continue.

… I let myself plead for her permission to let go, and heard her joyous command to “cum for Angela!”

Spent, but not wanting to end the experience, I chatted a bit longer with Angela as I felt waves of aftershocks roll through my body.

I am so fortunate to have connected with Angela, and am anxious to continue the journey with her as I explore, and experiment, with my own essence and being. Angela is a wonderful guide and companion for anyone interested in embarking on such a journey.

With great affection,

Your David