My stable has been overflowing with new prospects as of late. I’m enjoying myself ridiculously watching them all fight for my time. My interest fades very quickly, and this new crop really seems to understand that and adore the challenge they face.
Keeping me amused isn’t as easy as you’d think. With every day that passes, it’s a gamble for my boys – what will today bring?
Stamped her mark of ownership
“Its 530pm UK time. Sitting, waiting, for Mz Devon to come back from the gym, in the dear hope that I will get a chance to chat to her properly for the first time. On tenderhooks,heart and mind racing,throbbing,so keen to hear her dulcet tones,her charms,experience her cruel seduction and manipulation in the flesh for the first time, so to speak.”
How subjames fell out of character & fell for GMD
“I had come across Mz Devon’s website some time ago while trailing through financial dome directory listings. I have always treated financial domination as a fantasy, something I would never fall for, in fact – apart from the fantasy – not something I wanted to get involved in. Reading the blogs and statements of a some of these mistresses and princesses certainly excited me, but surely I wouldn’t waste my money on a ‘cyber’ relationship. I preferred to submit myself – and my money – in person to a dominant woman, a professional Mistress, in real time, and take some real time humiliation, pain and degradation. Yes, I thought this was as far as I would ever go – in fact as far as you could go, give or take the various fetishes and slave-Mistress relationship scenarios that might be developed – in my submissive world.”
It dawned on me just how messed up I am
“I’d noticed Mz. Devon’s presence on the web for years. She looked like my kind of mistress, bitchy, confident, and classy, but I held off on calling her because her rates were on the highside . But I kept coming back to her site because, well, she just seemed so right. “
My heart skipped a beat
“I told my wife that I had some really important work to finish, and had to head back to the office. Hitting the drivers seat my body could not hide its true state, thinking of the real reason for leaving home. I wanted some time to please Goddess Devon. Time that is usually hard to find. Earlier on Goddess Devon had somehow spotted that I had googled her name, and sent me an email. I must admit I was surprised, but thrilled at the same time (did I wan´t to “get caught”). “
my life is not enough to worship them
“After getting my wallet drained in no time by Goddess Mz Devon, I had to confess Her something. Since She is my Owner, I must have no secrets with Her. Not only I adore and worship Her as the Perfect Woman and Goddess She is..I also LOVE Her beautiful feet more than anything else in the world. I know it may sound sad and pathetic, but everytime I have sex I’m only able to think about Goddess Mz Devon‘s feet.”
“I have been around the ”femdom internet block” for quite a few years now, and I was beginning to think I knew what I liked to watch. Because watching and, to some extent, reading femdom related material, is what all of us reading this do for that little fix we so undeniably crave.”