oh yes, ... most definitely

ok ... now this is just agonizingly terrifying.

*... eeeeeeeeeeeeeep!*

at the very least, he should of been knocked out first.

but, what a stirring image! total power exchange taken to the brink of human sacrifice.

literally, She holds the uncertain future of his balls in Her hands.

Her new eunuch is almost ready for induction.

a foretelling of vanquish and smush?

i was recently engaged and involved in playing a strategy focused game with my Mistress and some friends of Her's. it always amazes me how Female Dominance and male submissiveness can transfer to real life situations. the game W/we were all playing involved using strategy to complete military objectives.  the ultimate objective was taking over your opponents territory and subjugating their hero.  in some instances the characteristics of your particular hero could be totally absorbed by the other player.

i always enjoy playing this type of game with my Mistress, for She is everything that i am not. She is cunning, ruthless, blood thirsty and has a lust for subjugation and dominance like no other player i have encountered. She enjoys seeing Her opponents squirm and reduced to nothing but a quiet, quivering mass begging for mercy or a hasty alliance under the heel of Her boot.  watching Her methodically attack and dismember Her opponents with rapier, scalpel like precision is a wonder to behold.  the fire in her eyes and intimidating devilish grin which spreads from cheek to cheek as She fiendishly plans your demise is terrifying to succumb to. like a tactical spider She builds Her web and effectively blocks all exits. She absorbs the characteristics of  your hero with a satisfying gulp and then you are reduced to complete utter, hopeless inadequacy. wiggling and squirming under the  treads of Her boots.

Her venomous, cutting acrimonious remarks directed at you only serve to twist the dagger in deeper and truly reinforces your inferior position below Her. in one particular instance, i had been literally taken apart piece by piece and was nothing more than a ping pong ball for all the attacking players in the game.  She chuckled with a gutsy bravada laced laugh, narrowed Her eyes and stared me down. with dripping sarcasm She said,

"Hmmmmmm ... "i guess you really ARE nothing more than a punching and kicking bag in this game, ... aren't you, pescado"?

She raised Her eyebrows and smirked at me. i looked around to see if anyone had heard and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. being a masochist, i knew exactly what She meant, and it didn't matter if the rest of the vanilla playing gamers had heard or not. by that simple disarming comment, She had verbally reinforced Her dominance  and was letting me know how nice it would be to just really beat the sh*t out of me at that time.  an icy cold shiver punctured my spine and suddenly my throat went uncomfortably dry. i gulped hard and lowered my eyes to Her as a sign of the utmost respect.

She watched amused as i floundered in the predicament i was in, as player after player preyed off my poor strategic judgement. in one instance, another player launched attack after attack against me, but somehow i managed to survive. i felt sorry for Her and offered my sympathy for having not been beaten by Her.

"I'm sorry", i said sympathetically..

my Mistress laughed again.
"Look, he even apologizes when You aren't able to beat him. How pathetic is that?"
Lol!

If I didn't know any better, I think he actually WANTS to be beaten."

again, the suggestion and the innuendo were almost too painful. i knew what She was driving at, and the wanton desire which welled up inside was almost too much to bear.

Her corporal tease was accepted and well received. i do not know if this is merely a tempting taste of what is to come or if it is merely Her way of keeping me mindful of my place,

whatever Her intentions may be, i enjoy immensely the opportunities She affords me to serve Her without question. of course, being clobbered and pummeled to a bloody pulp by Her once again would be beatdown nirvana for this squishy trembling fish.

until such time that She needs me for this painful, fulfilling, task ...

i shall take a current self portrait selfie, then  patiently wait and carefully

 count ...

           my ...

               teeth. ;>) 

i want ...

i want to be needed

i want to be used

i want to be kicked, punched, beaten and abused

i want to be listened to

with interest that's sincere

i want my tears to be valued

along with my fears.

i want to serve Her

i want to lay still

down by the feet of my Mistress

She has broken my will

i want to be collared and claimed as Her own

i want Her name etched on my face

i want to be home.



pescado