Long Distance

In all My contacts in the cesspool of cyberspace, there are only 2 who have even turned out to be remotely real in their claim to be submissive. One sub also keeps a blog, and I am not completely convinced that her going onto Craigslist and soliciting for a Master was anything more than a craven attempt to draw attention to her blog. In her e-mail exchange, she was VERY quick to offer the blogsite (which I will NOT whore for here -- it would be unseemly!), very quick after that to confirm that she already had a Master, and, when I did the appropriate thing by deferring to her proper Master, she was thankful, and has not communicated again since.

I do enjoy her postings -- they appear genuine, and provide some good insights into the psyche that gives itself so willingly to another (albeit not Me). But I will not post comments on her blog, for that, too, would be inappropriate to My station compared to hers. As long as she is owned, she can only be a titillation to Me through her writing.

The other? She will know who she is when she reads this. She is very new to exploring her submissive side, or so she claims, although in listening to the stories of her long ago ended marriage, it is clear that she was in a subservient role to Him as well -- He just was not clever enough to recognize this and seize on the opportunity, choosing instead to leave her and their children for a lesser woman. And, honestly, she is either a VERY quick learner, or a remarkably good actress (see what hanging out in cyberspace does -- it makes even a Dom into a doubting cynic!)

Although I have not met her in person (yet!), she comes across as a proper woman -- unwilling to let her children or her few friends know this side of her, unwilling to take training when there is a chance she might be disturbed by any of them. She still seems to have more than a few inhibitions -- no doubt scars left from the Asshole who could have had it all with her, and some other equally dysfunctional relationships in her past.

Yet the minute I insist that she call me Sir, all propriety goes out the window, and she becomes a multi-orgasmic tub of melting butter on the phone. She becomes a total slave to My every whim, no matter how outrageous (from many limits to virtually none at the snap of a finger!?), and a total nymphomaniac. The only thing that turns her on more than her own shuddering orgasms is the knowledge that she is making her Master cum. She even administers her own punishment, providing aural confirmation on the phone, and visual confirmation with pictures of the damage she has inflicted, at My insistance, on her transgressing ass when I am displeased with her.

She claims to be totally straight, yet her most intense orgasm with Me so far came when I removed the "blindfold" in the middle of her orgasm during one of our phone sessions, only to reveal that the mouth that just made her cum was a woman's, having dropped multiple hints about what was happening during her build-up.

So far, she has passed all the tests I can administer online or on the phone -- so I guess it soon will be time to arrange that meeting in person. I can only hope that she is as real in person as she has been so far in fantasy. Only time will tell!