Hooker

As in the kind that has you by the balls

I've got him now, like warm putty in my hand, only this, his medium, is still on the palette. Waiting to be used, hoping for some creative idea. He wants to play the part of my muse, and of course i agreed.

It began a while back... i aroused him with my hopes to find a true slave to worship me in the way i now see fit (saying this as a former "pro"(?) Domme transitioning into (among several other things) the lifestyle, full time)

My words are what weakend him to a deafening silence... speechless, he tributed, as they do... and so it began, just simple conversation... but he knew so well, better than most really. He studied every word, he turned himself into sherlock holmes over my life. Sheer bliss.

Reading every tumblr post, messaging me about every tweet, checkins on collarspace, skype sessions... the gambit, like the others do

but then it turned, like they all too often do
he fell off just before black friday

not a peep
and im not one to bitch, but you know a bitch notice

*side eye*

Then, like the rain, he appeared again. On his knees, begging, no pleading for a chance at one last prayer, if it be just that, to his Divine Goddess, Sauvage Goddess.
The begging... it brings my bank account to tears (ripping receipts like YAAA! lol)

but anywho... i had hooked him, i figure we both knew it, he did end up having a perfectly fine excuse to why he fell off the face of the earth. Im a brutal bitch, but always fair... and sometimes even forgiving. Like a Supreme Goddess ought to be.

And so there we were on that rainy day just after my birthday in fact, on skype... i was giving him some cute task, nothing too serious... just for kicks... when he offered himself up.

so humbly... *in my best damsel in distress voice* ~OH! Goddess, please may i ask to serve you today in person, if that would so please you i would ost certianly do as you wish at all times and do submit to you my will~

AHHHHH but you see what makes it extra lovely and romantic is not the rainy day, or the promise of some much yearned, rope play... he's a whole state away... me in Jersey (NYC metro) and him in my old hood, Philly.

i must admit i never met a bad sub living there, all delightful, well mannered, understanding and best of all utterly, disgustingly weak to be owned. Even the ones that werent from there! Its just the LOVE of the city maybe... mmm... *touches self to memories of great times on Gratz*

Well so there you have it you see, he came about 2 hours out in some nasty floody rain, just to let me tie him up, lay him face down and almost dislocate his shoulder, as fun.... waiting for me, while i tended to more aching needs :P

He was perfectly behaved, even considering his various defects. Fluffy and warm and cuddly, and the slut even did my laundry ( or what i let him do of it, im extremely picky and particular about how my personal tasks are performed).

Extremely pleased with this random rainy day surprise. Balloons, sparkle, bubbles. YAAS.

Just writing this i have a smile on my face

SO now i have him, to toy with... hes on task now to assemble a more than suffiecent altar
I think it'll be a new requirement for thos submiting from a distance of 1 hour or more.

I will at some point get around to posting on my tumblr something about how to assemble, and its uses
In fact i just finished up on a beautiful piece i may add to here on Black Female Supremacy. << total side bar

I do feel some pressure from the slut i must say, he wants me to very dirty things to him... only i dont know that i want him to do that just yet, or at all.

How could i embody the Goddess he seeks devotion to? I dont want to be dirty slut.. you can lick dirty things, eat roaches for all i care if that what you want. But these things dont interest me much... control does.

Having you wax and wane at my every whim
give into it

say your prayers

make your tribute
Love Sauvage