Author: g2GdDadDSas

Get you to move! I forgot how awesome Earth, Wind, and Fire were…

Enjoy!

Always makes me smile!

(Although all names have not been changed to protect the innocent, this did actually happen between consenting adults. Also, this version has been modified to better fit your attention-span)

I met Alex at the Uhaul center in Midtown on an uncharacteristically heated Spring day. I, dressed in my best head-to-toe black anarcho-feminist terrorist outfit (replete with black kerchief), and she in her Marlon Brando-esque wife-beater tough girl get-up (actually, that’s what she always wears, she’s so butch!).

Waiting in line I tap my foot nervously to the beat of the saccharine pop ditty drifting out of the speakers, anticipating what we were about to do. She taps me on the shoulder, points her head at a display of saran wrap, and smiles. I smile back. We grab it and inspect it, making sure that it’s the size we need- amused that no one around us even slightly suspects how we might use it. I finger some other items and ponder what they might alternatively be used for, as Alex procures the keys. We pull ourselves into the van- ready to lock n load!

Alex guides the massive machine effortlessly down a matrix of tiny streets, and finally the highway, as we drive to pick up our accomplice, Ms. X. I look out the window- I don’t like to be in cars, but feel safe with her at the wheel. Ms. X is to be our decoy, as the victim has not met her yet. Alex and I discuss the salient details of the abduction. We decide the back windows should be covered, and that we should grab him from the side door instead of the back. Ms. X should affect a Southern accent to make herself seem more helpless- lost and alone in the big, scary city.

X jaunts out of her house and squats down between the two of us in front of the van, her long red hair straightened and combed to perfection, grazing her bare shoulders, and dressed all in white. We tell her what we want her to do, where she is to stand, the signal for when we see him coming, and that she is to ask for his help getting a hand-truck out of the side of the van. He, being the noble gentleman he is, will help her- and that is where his predicament will begin.

We drive to the spot in the Flatiron District where Alex has told him to meet her promptly at 5pm on an “urgent matter”. Alex and I cover the back windows with garbage bags, while Ms. X gets out and leans casually against the side, a hand on one hip, and a clove cigarette dangling in the other- our charming ruse ready to pounce. I finally spot him- and he’s walking down the opposite side of the street! Shit! I call to tell her where he is, that she has to cross and run up to him, exasperated and pleading. She obliges, and we watch as the scene begins. He is walking diligently, swiftly- his head bent in focused duty to his Mistress. But, lo! Suddenly, he’s interrupted by a damsel in distress!? He stops short as she cuts off his path, pointing to the van. He seems startled, a bit confused, and a little annoyed that his meeting might be delayed. However, he still takes the bait.

Alex and I stand in the van holding a blanket in front of us. We hear a slightly muffled, “Ah juss caint reach! It’s insihde, faah insihde.” He opens the door. I can hardly stifle my chuckle as he gets in on his knees… and we nab him! He rolls around, and I grab his arms as X grabs his legs and Alex gets out and starts driving madly, furiously down the block. We strip him completely- X takes off his shoes, “Ew, they stink!” she says. “Well, he is a man, afterall, they’re all filthy animals.” I say, ripping his shirt off and pinching a nipple. I take the saran wrap and tightly bind his wrists, then throw it to X, who wraps his ankles, while the car swerves, and we struggle to keep ourselves upright. He pleads with us, “What are you doing?” “Who are you?”. I slap him and tell him to shut his pie hole if he wants to get out alive.

“Get his wallet, X. Let’s see how much he’s got.”

She takes his pants and looks inside. “Two hundred and thirty-five bucks.”

“That’s it? Well, pointdexter, we’re going to have to amend that, aren’t we?”

“Wha, what’s going on?”

“I told you to shut the fuck up!” I say, grabbing his mouth. “Let’s wrap this little bitch up, X. We’ve got a squealer.”

She hands me the large roll of saran wrap, and I start with his mouth, his eyes bulging, still pleading with me. Then I proceed to wrap his arms to the front of his chest, wrapping down, until his entire body is completely bound and helpless.

“Ha!” I get down close to his ear, “Do you know why you’re here?” He shakes his head, no. “Being the dull, male beast that you are, do you know what Female Supremacy is?” He nods his head, yes. “Do you accept that the XY chromosome is inferior to the double X chromosome?” He nods his head again, yes. (I was expecting a little more resistance to that, but okay, I’ll roll with it) I get on top of him, knees on his chest, “Good! Then you should have no problem giving us all your money in order to further our cause! Ha ha!” I turn around and high-five Ms. X. We laugh maniacally, looking deep into his eyes, seeing the fear, and unfortunately, smelling it as well.

The van swerves to a halt. We leave him in the back, sweating, teary-eyed and bewildered. X and I cool ourselves off in the air conditioning and tell Alex what we did and said to him. She throws her head back and laughs, and we all look back at him, our perspiring larvae, and continue laughing to each other.

Alex gets out, and we all scamper into the back of the cab and stand above him, hands on our hips, then take turns kicking him, spitting, and cursing at him. He bunches up as much as he can, the saran wrap conveniently keeping him in check. We admonish him for being such a weak, pathetic male creature, and launch into a barrage of questions about feminist theory, discerning his ignorance on the subject. We reference the S.C.U.M. Manifesto and other works of a radical feminist bent, and tell him that he is to pay for all of the indiscretions of his sex- past and present. His first penitence shall be that he is to fund our terrorist activities, in which we kidnap men and keep them as our slaves! Raping them, and making them grovel- to torture however we see fit! We tell him how lucky he is to be chosen for such a distinguished position, and that if he resists, we will kill him.

Alex then jumps in the front and starts driving again. I kneel once more on his chest, and get my face nice and close to his. I think that I want to throw some more scare into him, just for fun. “Do you know what we’re REALLY going to do with you, now?” He shakes his head. “We’re going to leave you naked on the Brooklyn Bridge. How would you like that?” He shakes his head more violently this time. “Wait! But you don’t know the best part yet!” I get down closer and lick some of the sweat off his nose, giving him my best “crazy eyes”. I lower my voice to a soft whisper, “Then we’re going to call the police, and tell them that a strange man is walking on the bridge, exposing himself to all the young women and children.” I hear a low moan come out of him, his eyes flashing with real fear, not the role play pansy kind. “Oh yes! You’re playing with the big girls now, we don’t fuck around!” X and I laugh maniacally, poking him, watching him being thrown from one side of the van to the other as Alex squeals through the streets. I watch him try to pathetically worm his way out of his plastic body sock for a bit longer before slapping him for his gullibility.

“Alex, where are we really going to leave him off!?” I shout.

“Harlem!” she says. It is about 10pm, and quite dark outside. He had mentioned to her before that he was afraid of being left there alone at night, therefore sealing his fate. Such racist assertions had not fallen on deaf ears, and now it was to be the poisoned cherry on top of his sundae of torment! I could hear his muffled No’s and protestations through the plastic gag, which just made me laugh again. He tried to get up over and over, like we were directing him to do sit-ups. X and I just stood there, watching him, pushing him down and bullying him, laughing.

The van finally stops. We take his plastic wrap off and tell him that we are in a secluded alley near 110th street. He is to get out of the van, lean against a building, and count to 20 before he is allowed to start walking. (We had actually left him back in the Flatiron District, but in a place where he would not know it as soon as he stepped out of the van)

We then squealed away again, laughing our asses off, and didn’t stop for hours. Damn, that was fun.

It is yet another beautiful day outside!! Which means, sorry guys, but I must continue to ignore my blog for just a little bit longer. Well, at least until tonight.

Hope you don’t mind! (Actually, I could care less if you do)

Ready, set, frolic!

xoxo.

I guess. I’m glad that they seem to have gone completely off the canon and created something new. You can’t really tell what the plot is from the preview, but it seems to have something to do with witchcraft and the end of the world. Hmph. A bit over the top for a Holmes story, but nonetheless, here is the preview:

Mistress Trish is offering her very experienced, very beautiful services for doubles with Me at a reduced rate, for a short time only.

My rate shall stay the same, however, you may invite Miss Trish to assist Me (or vice versa) for one hour for an additional $100. This is a super bargain, and I am really stoked (and flattered) that She would like to play together so much as to offer a discount. She is a fantastically creative and sadistic Domme, not to mention one of the most gracious people I know. It should be a good time.

Please email Me for more information.

You may find Her website here: Mistress Trish

xoxo.

Boston, here I come!

I will be visiting your fine city from May 26th to the 30th. Please email me to make an appointment, as I do not answer my phone. Three weeks should be ample time to fashion a succinct, polite missive requesting a session.

Go Sawx!

xoxo.

You, my readers, have spoken! I shall no longer be Twittering, as the decision has been made 66% in favor of me smashing the technocracy!!

I am closing my account today, as I have had a whopping 8 total posts in the last two months. I do, however, have like 50 followers, which completely confounds me.

xoxo.

This is about a party we threw a few months back to celebrate our dungeon space, and to show our appreciation for some of our fellow mistresses. Written by my personal slave, Spunk…

I was invited to serve food and drink at a party that Ms. Veronica and Ms. Alex were throwing for their fellow Dominatrices at their Lower East Side dungeon. The invitation explained that I would be required to wear a frilly white apron and something mildly humiliating underneath. Alex gave me a pair of tight vinyl shorts and I picked up a silky apron with lacey edges at a discount store. The invitation gave detailed instructions of what was expected of me. I was not to speak unless spoken to, and it warned that if I insisted on drawing attention to myself, I would be used for the Mistress’ amusement. I knew that there would be eight Mistresses present, many of whom I did not know. In the days leading up to the party, I was excited and also nervous at the thought of what might happen to me at the hands of this group of dominant women. There would be two other men present, another server and the chef. I knew that women often behave differently in packs than one on one, and I knew that I would have to try my hardest to do well at serving the wine and food, in order to avoid the tortures they are all so expert in administering.

The day of the party finally arrived and I showed up early as instructed to assist the chef, Preston, with his preparations in the kitchen. I set the table. I was barefoot and feeling a little exposed in the vinyl shorts and apron when the first guests arrived. I asked the guests if I could take their bag and coats. My fellow server, Lolita, (whose name was chosen by Veronica and Alex) offered them a glass of Prosecco. (Lolita had a much more elaborate outfit than mine: High heels, stockings, a corset and apron) Once all the coats were hung, the ladies sat drinking wine and talking. I passed around hors d’oeuvres and Lolita poured the wine, and shared his knowledge about the wine.

Ms. Jada told Ms. Veronica she had a sore neck, and Ms. Veronica offered my services. She accepted and I began massaging her neck and back. Her bra strap began falling down her arm and she accused me of trying to undress her. She reported this to Ms. Veronica, and then Ms. Jada threw me on the floor and started hitting my inner thighs with a riding crop. I remember Ms. Veronica saying “He can tolerate a lot of pain”, as Ms. J reddened my ass with the crop. I felt good and it seemed easy to take. I was then ordered to roll over and there I lay on my back looking up at the eight beautiful women who surrounded me and began pushing their feet and heels into my face, torso and balls. They laughed and giggled. They finally released me, as it was now time to start serving the first course of the meal, which was a soup.

At one point I knocked something over and Ms. Veronica ordered me to lean with my hands against the wall. She began giving me my first flogging of the evening. Feeling ballsy I said, “Is that all you got for me?” Angrily she took me out to the other room and again with my arms against the wall she hit me with her self-fashioned speaker wire flogger, which is extremely painful. Then Ms. Devon asked Veronica if she might have a go at me with a wooden spoon to which Veronica replied “He’s feeling cheeky tonight, put him in his place…” Devon then lay into me with a heavy wooden spoon as if she were releasing all her frustrations upon me. I remember hearing a voice say “Position” . “Bridge Position”. Devon said “Count!” and I couldn’t remember how to count. I was trying to understand. But then I remembered the numbers and I just started saying numbers “7, 8, 9..” like that. Then I saw Veronica in front of me, crouching down, and she smiled as if she were trying to help me to take it and I knew everything was alright. Devon pushed me off her lap. Ms. Guinevere approached me and began twisting my nipples, “These have been ignored for too long!” I remember thinking how pretty she was and how nice she seemed. She just played around a bit and then let me go. Then it was time to serve the first course.

From this point on, dear reader, I can only report what an endorphin and adrenalin soaked brain has to say. We served the first course of the meal, which was short ribs. Everyone was imbibing and having a good time. Lolita entertained the ladies with dirty limericks. When anyone wanted a cigarette I would light it for them, or offer to light it for them. I kept filling their wine glasses and lighting their cigarettes, taking their plates away and bringing more food.

While serving the dessert I spilled some of the cream sauce on the floor. Veronica noticed and had me get down on all fours and lick it up. It really wasn’t so hard because the sauce was pretty good and I knew her floors were clean. I think the girls found it amusing how willing I was to do whatever Veronica told me.

After dinner the girls retired to the other room. Lolita and I cleared the dishes. Ms. Alex invited me to come sit on her lap. She was dressed in a wife-beater and men’s dress pants. As I sat on her lap she reached down the back of my vinyl shorts and shoved her dry index finger into my asshole. This was a little uncomfortable because of the lack of lubricant, but once it was in there it felt good. I began moving my hips to the music and tried to dance with her finger in my ass. Ms. Veronica looked at me and pronounced in a scolding tone “You’re having sex!”

After a while I felt like pulling away, but Ms. Alex wouldn’t let me. She would pull me back with her index finger, yanking on my anus. Eventually she released me. Then she asked me to lick her finger clean. At this moment, dear reader, I hesitated. I got paranoid about how hygienic it was. In retrospect, having made out with a girlfriend after she had her tongue in my ass, it amounts to the same thing.

Ms Veronica then told me to clean Ms. Alex’s finger as I had clearly enjoyed it. That made it easy to do it, so I got down before Ms. Alex and sucked on her finger. She put two fingers in my mouth, and then started ramming them down my throat, which was making me gag. She didn’t seem to care that I might puke on her. After I sucked on her finger for a while again she let me go. I went to the bathroom and spit it out. Then I did some dishes to kind of hide because I was freaking out.

As the guests left, I helped them on with their coats, and they all seemed to have enjoyed themselves. When everyone was gone, I was allowed to eat a plate of food that hadn’t been eaten. As Lolita was getting ready to leave, Alex suggested we “get together”, and I tried acting salacious toward him. Then the girls started playing with him, ramming a dildo in his mouth. After he got slapped a bit, they tired of him and sent him away.

Then I took to cleaning all of the chef’s pots and pans and various implements of which there were many. Then I loaded it all into his car. By this time it was about 4 am. When I went back in, I was alone with Ms Veronica and Ms Alex. They seemed to be acting a little funny, and suddenly they attacked me. My shirt was ripped off. They pulled my pants down around my ankles. Ms. Alex stood in behind me and held my arms in a kind of arm lock. She had her nose pressed against my back and she kept sniffing me, but more like huffing me. Ms. Veronica started scratching me with her fingernails with broad swipes. They did it to my front and back. Then Ms. Veronica hit my cock with a long suede single tail. The blows left tremendous purple bruises. Ms. Veronica then took me in the bathroom and put alcohol on all the wounds and we talked about everything that had happened and that was really an amazing moment, dear reader. Then we all lay down, Ms. Alex and Ms Veronica on the pull out bed, and I, naked on the bondage bed. In the middle of the night Ms. Veronica came and laid a blanket on me.

The next day I got up and went to work. I felt warm all over and high as a kite. It was awesome.