KinkyDomina

Starting this week, at least for a while, My DommeDose column is going to look like this: a piece of text on your screen, for you to read and debate. For a while,  I posted video clips, but My busy life kicked in, therefore I decided to try the text form.

Today I want to discuss Blackmail. When I first became acquainted with this type of roleplay, it seemed so strange that people find it arousing to be threatened with exposure of various types. I believe one of My first blackmail slaves was an English sissy, who enjoyed dressing up in white cotton panties (Sexy, huh?), getting high and eating soap. Yes, you know who you are! I would always threaten to email his mommy about his activities, and this made him cry. It was so ridiculous to see him in his cotton panties, with a mouth full of soap, literally foaming at the mouth!

Later came another Englishman. They seem to be the kinkiest slaves, with the most original desires. Unfortunately, this particular guy, who goes by the name of Chris (you can scroll in My website archive on kinkydomina.com if you want to see him) wanted the ULTIMATE THRILL, but never wanted to cooperate enough in order to obtain that thrill. Any human interaction, from dancing to domination, requires the participation of more than one individual. When your name is all over personal sites owned by Mistresses, when everyone knows your face, you sure have to provide more information in order for your thrill to get deeper. By the way, I am sure he will desperately look for Me as soon as he reads this, but I will be on a long, anticipated holiday on a warm island.

The ultimate blackmail acts involved people who never claimed to be blackmail slaves, as it happens with moneyslaves as well. But it sure felt fun to be able to take revenge in My own hands and make bank while taking advantage of the weak minds of men. Controlling, manipulating? Perhaps. But they were the ones who approached Me, therefore they got what they asked for.

On another note, your life must be so boring, if your ultimate thrill is being exposed for the wanker you certainly are. I love those dramas that occur when the wifey realizes her hubby does ATM with that mouth he kisses her with. Big time fun!

Well, that’s it for today. I am off to get ready for My vacation!

Hello,girls and boys/ Mistresses and Slaves.This is the first installment of My
weekly Sunday column on the DommeDose website. I wish to share with you something
that left a deep impression on My mind. On the forum of a website where I host My
camsessions, people exchange information and discuss various subjects. A while ago,
a girl expressed a candid wish. She wanted a boyfriend: someone close to her age,
not too rich and not too poor, but able to provide for her, someone not too handsome,
not to ugly… you know the drill. But, for her, the most important condition was
“I don’t want the guy to be a slave, because slaves are not real men.”
Which brings us to our subject matter today. But first, let us define a slave. Slave = a person who has the desire to submit to a Woman, a desire so exaccerbated, that he
will not live outside of this desire. Nothing else will satisfy him. A guy who will
do whatever the Mistress says in order to make Her happy, ranging from stuff he
utterly dislikes to stuff that he merely has no opinion about. A guy who will allow
himself the exquisite freedom of letting go. A guy who lives for that moment when he
can just stop having control over his own life. A guy who is able to trust a Woman
enough, that he can surrender to Her. This being My definition of a slave, we have to
admit that there are many people who WANT to be slaves (also known as wannabe slaves).I am talking about those people who, during weekends, when the wife is away,
jerk off in a hurry, either after buying a clip, or during a cam session, or a phone
session. In five minutes, they demand that a Mistress tells them what to do. “I want
to be yours.” They get off on it, and the sad part is that they don’t always get off
on doing what they are told. They should actually get off on the notion of satisfying
the Mistress.
I believe that, for a seasoned slave, there is no need for a sexual discharge. The
mere thought of having pleased his Mistress is enough to make him happy, content,
exhilarated for the rest of the week. But this is the case of seasoned slaves, guys
who have gone beyond the practice of masturbating for five minutes on a Saturday,
when the wife is not at home, or five minutes in the morning, after she left for work, when he has some time for himself.
What this girl on the forum wanted to say was that she thought slaves were not real men. Shall we interpret this statement as a slander towards slaves, or as a praise?
Well, we should discuss what a REAL MAN is. Real man = a guy who comes home at 5pm
after work, lays on the couch while still wearing his filthy boots, throws his feet
on the coffee table, grabs the TV remote control and screams at his wife: “Honey,
what’s for dinner?”. Later on, her commands HONEY to get him a beer. The culmination
of his evening will consist of fucking his wife/girlfriend doggy style, while watching football. If that’s a real man, a slave is certainly different. The slave
shouldn’t even think of fucking a woman. He should, instead, think of making Her
happy by all means possible, in the ways She requires of him. In this regard, I can
agree: SLAVES ARE NOT REAL MEN.
If the girl on the forum wanted to suggest that slaves are a subspecies, a low life
form, in certain ways I agree. But, from interacting with camgirls and Mistresses (online and offline), I realised that 95% of guys who access camsites/phonesites/clipsites want to be DOMINATED. This means we are all surrounded
by 95% NOT REAL MEN. Sad perspective, ain’t it? Perhaps food for thought.

Watch the Video HERE.