Living a life of Gratitude

i have a Mistress and i feel endless gratitude for HER attention. SHE makes my life meaningful and beautiful. SHE allows me to make HER life easier and more interesting. It is a miracle that somebody like HER is here, it is a miracle we met. It is a miracle SHE allows me to be HERS. Oh, Goddesses, thank you! Thank YOU, my Mistress!

Femdom in contemporary Art 1

Jack Vettriano is a Scottish painter, very successful commercially but rejected by some art critics (for 'brainless erotica' in his works). However, many of his works express strange melancholy, unreachable attractive Women and shows men who had just missed their chances.

For me these paintings represent nostalgic postcards from ideal Femdom vacation. Far from everyday life both Women and their servants can live their Ds dream... and experience something beautiful, strong and everlasting...

Summer Interlude

What a lucky slave i am... Not only i can work for my Mistress, but the bag, in which SHE gave me HER laptop to fix, also contained two pairs of HER black stocking socks... simply forgotten in the bag. When i reported it and sent HER many humble thanks, SHE allowed me to keep them! The socks are freshly washed, but HERS. Lucky bastard i am.

This evening SHE decided to replace my dinner with much more important activity - worshipping HER  stocking socks. For 20 minutes i knelt in front of these socks of immense value, knelt there and thought about HER, about everything what happened to me in a last few days. i am changing my life and i love every second of it. It is not easy, but i do have a great goal, great hope and really great guide. These 20 minutes were very important to me and again i must express my deepest respect for my Mistress.

Thank YOU!

Smiles of a Summer Night

i feel so happy. i am allowed to serve HER. And i was allowed to see HER again! The summer night's dream continues. Now i know the most exquisite tastes of HER shoe soles, HER chewing gum and water brought to me by HER hand. i also had the privilege to serve as HER ashtray and SHE allowed me to feel the hot end of HER cigarillo. Oh, Goddess, what will happen next time?

And i begged, begged and begged to be allowed to repair HER notebook, to take care of it for HER and SHE granted me that privilege as well. I feel so honored. What a great weekend i am allowed to spend, working for HER! Thank YOU, my Mistress, thank YOU very much.

i feel also very bad. What a repulsive creature i am next to HER. i am working hard on my diet and exercises, but SHE knows and i know it will take a long time before i will be able to kneel at HER feet without shame, before SHE will not be embarrassed by my presence.  SHE knows what SHE wants and SHE gets it.

SHE is so kind to me, yet i constantly worry i will disappoint HER. Not for lack of diligence or submissiveness, not because i do not hold my promises, but because in HER presence i become incredibly nervous, tongue tied idiot without any thought. i am so intoxicated by HER personality, HER beauty, elegance and domination that i am starting to understand the religious trance. i am fully aware of what i am doing, what is going on around me, what SHE is doing, i am probably also capable to act voluntarily to certain extend, but otherwise i am there for HER and for HER only and everything but HER is far far distant background.

SHE is my Mistress!

A Midsummer Night's Dream Sequel

While i was living my dream that Friday night, HER broken phone was very real. i am the one to blame for it. It dropped out of the car when SHE was stepping out, it fell right next to my head. But at that moment only SHE existed in the whole world for selfish me, only HER heels stepping on my back.

i apologized to HER later, i begged HER to let me buy HER a new phone, any phone SHE would like to get. And SHE allowed me to buy HER an iPhone. So Saturday morning i was back with HER new phone and with some sandwiches for HER partner SHE also ordered from me. i was back but i was not allowed to see HER again, i just left everything by the door and went to hell... with HER sacred image in my poor and stupid mind.

Thank YOU, my Mistress, thank YOU for everything.

A Midsummer Night's Dream?

Well, i feel very lucky. Friday night, August 3rd, was The magical night for me. i cannot think of any superlatives that would adequately describe HER and i have no words for what happened to me.

SHE opened my eyes. i am a fat pig and i have to make myself a man, otherwise i will never see HER again. SHE allowed me to understand what i will be fighting for and i could not thank HER more.

i do not know the thoughts of other subs, but my brain was gone that night, my whole being was concentrated into HER eyes, into lips, which were allowed to kiss the soles of HER shoes, into the indescribable feeling of face slapping, kicking, trampling and humiliating myself for HER.

Now i know that i have been made to be HER footstool, HER servant, HER slave and i will do everything i can to fulfill HER terms. Goddesses of the world, help me, please!

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