Session Recaps I (Thursday)

 

Updated
Don’t forget to read session II (previously posted here).

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And if do you follow Me on twitter, then you know that I tweet lots of My sessions there.  And last Thursday was no different…

 

 

Thursday was a busy day and was the start of My kink filled weekend.  I had a session in the morning with eugena aka former republic, and a session that evening with smitten.

The Story of eugena

The history of eugena (now known as former republic) and I is a long standing one.  One of the 1st bitches I met when I moved to Sacramento, he was just a wee thing of barely 19 years.  he is the star of this photo:

 

 

An interesting tidbit about this pic is though he is an awful servant, and that was an (admittedly) unflattering picture, it’s actually one of My most famous pics.  More subs have contacted Me for service based on that one pic because they like the fact that I do r/t and make bitches do really embarrassing things in real life, not just in the comfort of my chair behind My computer. 

Anyways, last Thursday, the 19th, I met with former republic for the 1st time in about 2 years.  Last I had seen him, was when he met me and a Domme friend for an outing at the movies, where he paid, served and transferred $300 or $350 into My imperious palm.  The reason I call him such a horrid servant is because after our 1st session, he started getting pushy about what and when he would be doing for Me.  And that just doesn’t fly.  you serve how I dictate, not vice versa.  Back then I wasn’t into ProDomming, and even now that I am, that shit STILL doesn’t fly.  your money, if I choose to accept it, buys nothing more than My shoes (or whatever else I am desiring at the moment).  It absolutely does not buy you an all access pass, nor your fetishes some game time.  he never seemed to understand that.  And instead of appreciating that he hung out with two gorgeous Women for a few hours, who actively Dommed him public (it’s not as if e ignored him, that might have been more fun actually, since he was such a whiny bitch) which led him to take the infamous photo, he blew it by being a major, thick accent having, mono-toned annoyance.  “Mistress, why must I does this things?”  Haha.

So, yeah, former republic was acting like the bitch that he is, so he got cut from the reserves and it had been 2 years since I had seen the likes of him.  Of course, in that 2 year absence of My presence, he still managed to fire off a weekly message asking how I am doing, or telling Me how much he liked My new pics, or begging for forgiveness, etc.  I blocked him a few times, but as we all know, that’s about as effective as he is smart.  But it had been two years and My car needed washing, so after letting his last message simmer a few days, I responded that day before letting him know where, when and how he could serve Me.  He agreed, just as any devoted minion would, so we met the next day at the predetermined location- a public, self serve car wash.  This was especially significant because one of the last times I actually spoke to him (as in reciprocated correspondence to his excessive attempts at winning My favor), I told him I wanted him to wash My car at one of these locations.  he was being a little punk- too scared (and cheap) to meet in public for service.  So that opportunity, and all opportunities were revoked until last week.

I have to admit, though the day was to end poorly for former republic, it started off in his favor.  he was there about 30 minutes early to the location.  I told him not to be even 1 minute late, or it would be curtains for this chance.  he took heed; a wise choice, as he had to drive at least 25 mins to get to Me.  I arrived a little late, to test him a bit.  he was patiently waiting on the side of one of the stalls.  I pulled up, got out and laughed at him for looking stupid.  he greeted and complimented me.  I cursed him and made fun of how he looked.  he changed some from the last time we saw one another.  he looked a little taller, and more than a bit wider.  he blamed it on the recession… yeah, OK- whatever that means, lol.   I told him to fired up the station and to get started on doing what he had to do. 

As he did what he did, I took to My twitter to chronicle in 140 characters or less, what was going on.  As he slowly made his way around My car, I made sure to scrutinize every little thing I could about his work (I would be damned if he was to slack this meet off).  I told him to hurry up and get through this, because while I expected him to be detailed, that didn’t mean he couldn’t also be swift.  During one of the natural breaking points when he had to stop to refill the machine with quarters, I went over to him, smacked him on his locked cock (did I mention he was in a chastity device?), and then went in his pocket and removed his car keys and phone.  It was mid day and was starting to get hot, so I decided I would supervise his duty fulfillment from his car with the AC on high.  Before gracing his car I took these pics:

 

While in his car, I took the liberty of going through all of his stuff.  Went trough his wallet, which might as well have been a pauper’s.  I believe it had $6.  It became Mine.  he had a random bucket o’change- also very pauperish of him.  Also had a knife if the glove compartment which I assumed, as well as some gum in the center console.  The gum was good, I had never had that kind before.  The phone I took from him interrupted My wait only once, as I browsed it’s contents.  I rejected the call, but later lied to him and said that I spoke with whichever woman was calling by telling her he was busy washing My car.  his heart jumped into his throat when I mentioned that.

About the time I was done raiding the contents of his blue focus, he walked over to tell Me he was done.  I walked with him back to My car and inspected it.  It was nice and clean, both inside and out, but the inside smelt god awful because he wiped down My dash with his shamwow thing that smelled like rancid soil.  he, and the people int he stall next to us, caught an earful of My disdain.  I told him he would be rectifying his stupid mistake pronto and made him leave his car and get in Mine as we went to the Kragen down the street.

When we got to the Kragen, I really made him pay, with his dignity and his wallet.  I asked him how much money he had in the bank.  he said about $100.  I would have otherwise thought he was lying, because all boys lie about their riches, but I saw a statement in his wallet that made his admission sound feasible.  Also, I know he is no longer working, and about to start school.  So, I affirmed that what we were there for wouldn’t break his meager bank account.  As we walked around, I told him to get a basket.  At that time, one of the shop hands asked if we needed assistance.  I told him “no” and continued down the isle with the air fresheners.  The shop hand, insisted on interjecting his personal recommendations, to which My reply was, “thanks, but I got this.”  He took the hint and walked away  I grabbed the scent of MY choice, then moved down to pick up some oil, and a headlight for My car.  I also needed some tint remover, but didn’t know where to find it, so then I engaged the store help.  Of course, the same guy was magically there to the rescue (not sure what his deal was, but in a store full of people, he was always available to be of My assistance, whether I wanted it or not).  Funny thing was, though I was the one to asked him where the tint remover was, he addressed his reply to My bitch, holding the basket of items behind Me.  This Kragen staffer was under 30, so I don’t think it was some kind of old fashion thing about talking to men 1st.  So, when he asked if we wanted him to take us to the section to give us his trusty recommendation, I intercepted his eye contact and made it clear I was the one who he was needed to appease, not the former republic.  I also told him that he needn’t call anyone with Me sir, but he may call Me Ma’am, if it tickles him (when we walked in and in the air freshener section, he called the bitch, “sir”).

Once we had what we needed, we walked up to the line and upon time to pay, I moved out of the way and instructed former republic to take care of it.  At just about that time, I got a phone call about business, so it took Me a little out of headspace.  JUst as I finished My call, I saw the boy walking over to Me empty handed.  I looked around him and saw the bags of items on the counter.  Not even realizing it, I barked, “grab the bags!”  former republic looked startled and turned red as he about faced to get the items on the counter.  Stupid.  As we walked outside to My car, I chucked to Myself because I KNOW everyone in line heard My command and when they saw how red he got and quickly he turned to get My things, that it was apparent that he was My bitch.

It was hot outside, and former republic took forever to change My lightbulb and add the oil, so I stayed inside for much of the time, talking on the phone as I watched from the wall length windows.  When he was finally done, we went back to the car wash.  I told him that we were going to be doing one more thing, so, he needed to move his car and follow Me.  He did as instructed.  We then drove back to the same shopping center that housed the Kragen we were just at.  I had him park around the corner from the Kragen and get into My car.  Before taking off, I told him to pull down his pants so I could see the device he stuffed himself into.  CB 3000.  It fit him nicely, which I was happy to see.  Last time I saw one on a bitch, it was bennifer’s big ass, and let’s just say that gunt was so large, it prevented it from being able to wear it.  That’s bad when someone’s gut is effectively their own chastity device.

Here are the pics from the former republic’s device.  And yes, I did take his keys!

So, after that, we drove a couple of blocks up the road to this local pizzaria I wanted to try out, but before we could order, f.r. confessed he left his wallet in his car, like a dumb ass.  I was sure he did it to protest paying for anything else, so back in My car we went, back to the parking lot we left his car.  I told him to make haste and grab his wallet.  I have to admit, he had been taking a mental beating the whole time we were together.  It had already been 2 hours and he had been Dom’d in front of everyone at the carwash (since it was Thursday, it was way more packed then I originally expected), he was Dom’d in front of Kragen, and now at the pizza place where I questioned his motives for leaving his wallet in the car.  So, I was partially expecting him to jump in his car, lock the door and hit reverse going 40 out of the parking lot.  But since I had his chastity keys, I knew he would be the biggest idiot in the world to act on his fight or flight impulses.

he was smart and got back into the car with wallet in hand-next time it will be in mouth, and we made our way back to the restaurant.  I ordered a small pie and some wings and a drink for Myself.  he paid.  I sat.  While waiting for the food to arrive, I took him down a “this is your life” journey of our history together.  Since he had served 2x before, I emphasized how arousing both times were in comparison to the 2 years of nothing he just endured to make his way back to Me.  I also mocked the few attempts he made at trying to find another Domme to replace the void in his life.

The food came quickly.  We washed up.  And while I ate, he watched.  I gave him some bones to gnarl on, like the dog he was.  he said he wasn’t hungry but I didn’t care.  I told him he could eat them from the table, or from he floor, but either way he was going to eat them.  I chose to eat from the table.  Lol.  We continued to talk.  I shared with him what My continued expectations of him would be should he submit, all the while as I licked a slice of pizza I was preparing for him.  I told him that he would be expected to be selfless if he ever wanted to serve again.  And that submission isn’t a cakewalk, that it wasn’t easy, it was hard.  It’s about pushing limits and finding pleasure in making Me happy.  he nodded and ate the slice I laid before him.

I was studying him, his every action, reaction and lack thereof.  While he sat quietly and ate what I gave him, I could tell he was having a harder time then his stone outer face was leading on.  Despite how much he talked about being ready, he wasn’t really.  he was young and dumb, and not secure enough in his submissive feelings to be able to handle My intensity.  Since I knew this wasn’t likely going anywhere (not that I was expecting it to, though I was surprised he made it this long before getting to this point), I decided to cut him a break to see if he would change his body language.   So, I asked him to sit next to Me.  He did, hesitantly.  Something about sitting in the corner seat, with no way to escape, scared him a little, I guess. Lol.  I took his hand, lowered My voice and softly reminded him that should he fuck this chance up, he might have to wait another 2 years before being allowed to serve.  He confessed that he wasn’t trying to mess anything up but he was unsure if he could really handle the reality of it all, despite what he originally thought.

Ding, Ding, Ding! 

Real submission isn’t as sexy as those porn you watch, is it boys?!  Something about giving up freedoms and being accountable to someone elses expectations really alters the fantasy you had running in your weak little minds.  So pathetic.

I asked him if he was sure that is what he wanted.  his reply was that he wasn’t sure about anything anymore.  I didn’t respond, verbally, but  instead, moved My left hand from his hand to his wrist, where I stretched out and held down his arm.  with My right hand, I grabbed his knife out of My purse and flipped the blade out and drug the dull side of the blade down the outer side of his arm, essentially white lining (not digging deep enough to cut, but enough to cause ash, a superficial scratch or welt) and said, “well, I guess you’ll be wanting this back, then.”  The look on his face was priceless.  He was no longer red, but instead white.  I pointed the blade at him, closed it and gave it back to him, handle side.  he asked if I had anything else of his, which I replied that I did not- other than his dignity, but that was a given.

I told him to get up and clear the table, but before he did, I wanted him to bend down and kiss sexy My boot for an updated picture.  he looked around nervously and said he couldn’t do it.  Could and would are often misused in casual conversation.  Since no one was around us and there were no cameras (unlike the 1st time he posed for the pic in the movie theater parking lot 2 years ago), he really had no reason why he physically was unable.  Instead, it was a mental thing.  So, since he refused, I sent him to clean up and I gathered My things and made My way to the door.  he opened My car door and I got in.  he then proceeded to make his way to the passenger side where he found his door locked.  The look on his face was golden.  he went from looking confused to completely understanding what was happening.  he was locked out intentionally, as I made no effort to unlock the door and every effort into turning on My car and putting gear shifting into reverse.  I cracked the window on the passenger side, just ever so slightly, so I could tell him that the session was over and he could have some along time walking back to his car since he needed to think about things, and that he could call Me on Sunday figure out what would be happening with the key to his device.  he moaned about the idea of course, but I wasn’t trying to hear it.  Then, timing it just right, I reversed and took off in the opposite direction we came in. While, it would have been grand to just leave all together, I was trying to mastermind a merciless mindfuck… which isn’t a mindfuck until it’s been revealed as one. So, leaving indefinitely wouldn’t have fucked his mind, it would have fucked over his mind, likely sending him into a major panic and frankly, the repercussions of that is just not worth dealing with.

I exited the center out the back and made My way to his car via a different entrance so as he made his way back to the car, I would be unseen until he got close. I parked next to him and turned the car off. It took him about 10 minutes before I noticed him in My rearview. It wasn’t until he was just upon his car that he noticed it was Me parked right next to him. I guess he was THAT out of it. he was probably preoccupied with how he was going to get out that CB 3000. Finally, just as he was going to unlock his door he noticed Me sitting there watching him. Have you ever snuck up on a dog and just waited for them to notice you? And when they did, their eyes/face changed from whatever level of intensity they had to a combination of relief and surprise, as if they could say something like, “hey, there you are!” That’s what he looked like.

I pointed at him and motioned for him to come over by wiggling My index finger. he came and stood at My door. I rolled down the window once more, but just a tad. I asked him if he had anything to say. he asked Me if he could have his keys. I gave him one and told him the other would be staying with Me- I wanted to make a necklace out of it (in retrospect, I should have thrown them across the parking lot and watched as he tried to find them between and under the cars of the shopping center’s other patrons, but there is always next time, right?). he tried to engage Me in meaningless convo because he said he didn’t want Me to be mad that he failed. he said he didn’t want Me to block him online or to ignore his calls. I told him I wasn’t mad, because one cannot expect more from someone as pathetic as he, but that the next time we met, he would definitely be locked for good, so he better stop being frivolous with his choices. I left him there in that parking lot, but the next day he contacted Me and asked Me if he could serve again and while I considered it briefly, I ultimately, I told him to fuck off.

smitten

I met with smitten later that Thursday night. Since smitten is unowned, I have been mentoring him. But equally, since he is not Mine, I haven’t had a lot of time to invest in him with all of the sessions and gigs I have had as of late. So, I had him come over that Thursday evening to do some cleaning around the office, and so I could beat his ass a little. One thing I like about smitten is that he is eager. So, I got him started on the bathrooms, which he did an amazing job- the best I had seen, tbh. It was definitely clean enough that if I had him eat off of it, I wouldn’t feel so bad for laughing at him in disgust for doing it.

Once smitten had completed the bathroom, I had him sit by Me and tell Me about how it had been going with some Women he was seeing. While we talked, I had him give Me an extensive bare foot rub.  I then went over the contents of his growing toy bag.  he had been collecting some new and interesting items.  Some shit looked cheap, some shit was cheap, and others looked interesting.  While it wasn’t the 1st time we played, it was the 1st time I had played intently, and with his items, no less.  he had the standard stuff, a wooden paddle, a ping pong paddle, 2 crops, some floggers (one made of leather, one of leather and one of plastic).  But it was the unusual stuff that I really liked.  he had this spatchula type spoon that was made of metal, and had holes for draining.  It was rather large, and didn’t take much effort to do some damage.  

We didn’t play long because it was a long day for Me, but the little play we did do, was just what I needed to wear me out so I could sleep like a princess that night.  I am not going into lots and lots of detail here, but I think the pics can show more than I feel like telling at this point. 

…Warning, you are about to view man ass.  If you don’t like viewing man ass, then abort your downward scroll.  If you like viewing man ass, then you are a Domme or a gaybob.

 

What you see here is a combination of marks from all of the toys, but mostly the spachula and the hand shaped crop.

Funny thing to note, these marks were within the first 10 minutes of playing, showing how he progressed within that time.  I didn’t bother to take pics of the end results because it was all 1 large red mass.  Plus, I wanted to wait for the bruising to set in.  he took pics of his ass later though, so once I get them from him, I will post them on here.  Until then, appreciate what you have been given. 

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