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December 9, 2008
Report to Ms. Louise By frederick As You know, Ms. Louise, my silly mouth once again said something that piqued Your dominant curiosity and resulted in Your issuing a brief writing assignment to me. Now why would a silly boy mention having been “persuaded” or “seduced” into doing things for his Mistress that he did not necessarily simply ACHE to do if he did not want to have to report on these things? Why indeed. Silly being the operative word there… So then, where shall I begin? Ummm….let’s see. Oh…I know. Let’s talk needles first, shall we? I hope You are not too surprised or annoyed to learn that having needles stuck through various sensitive portions of my starkly naked and vulnerable anatomy never made the Top 10 of my own personal fantasy list. This means, of course, that when You informed me that You wanted to thrust sharp, shiny, scary looking needles all the way through my poor little sensitive male nipples, I was not too thrilled or excited by that news. OWWWWWW, would probably best summarize my thoughts at that moment. But that thought was soon replaced by a much more real and painful OWWWWW as You proceeded to do exactly as You had outlined. I seem to recall struggling not to hyperventilate as I witnessed and experienced this nasty little act of sadistic domination inflicted upon my naked and tightly restrained flesh. However, that was far from my only experience with those dreaded needles, was it? Oh no! Once You had determined that I was willing to please You by submitting to this, as much as I dreaded and hated it, You moved right along to all the other intimate portions of my poor obedient body. Not on that same visit, of course. But in the course of my ongoing training to serve You…the vast majority of which I adored, as You know. What I loved is not today’s topic though, I know, Mistress. So let me just say that the needles in the nipples led to needles in my cock. I could not believe that my cock was actually hard while sporting a line of several needles running down the underside. YIKES! And I believe it was that silly hard cock that caused me all the future needle agony, too. Because it made You believe I was a closet masochist who actually WANTED needles thrust into his poor body. I assure You, this I never did want. Not that it mattered, of course. Because the needles in the cock then inspired You to actually use the needles to stitch the really sensitive area between my anus and my scrotum with what seemed like a ridiculously long seam of very ouchy needle and thread work! I do not think I ever actually articulated that I really did not like the needle play at all, Mistress. Even if my silly male clitty seemed to say otherwise. But in my mind, anyhow, this was a prime example of activity engaged in to please YOU. Something that Your dominance was able to seduce me into submitting to out of my very real desire to please You and to gratify whatever dominant wishes You had that I was capable of enduring. Experiences with penile sounds and with saline infusion would also fit this same description, Ms. Louise. Those things made me cringe with dread and intense anxiety. But my submissive adoration dictated that I submit with good spirit in order to please You. Also, this report would not be complete and would probably even be punishable for omission if I neglected to also mention the incident of the 100 cane strokes, too. Because this is probably the prime example of being “seduced” into doing something for Mistress that one would otherwise desperately avoid. Now, I am not saying I would rather suck a cock then experience this ritual again. Because that would not be true at all. Although, as firmly heterosexual as I am in orientation, I suspect I might even be seduced into such a homosexual act if the dominant seduction was used in the same fashion to gain obedience. -- This is kind of why I asked that Q of Ms. Irene. Anyhow though, I do not really want to know the answer to such a question, so its probably lucky for me that “forced bi” is not Your thing, either. But…as You also know…I have a huge gaping area of fetish vulnerability when it comes to a perfect female bottom like Yours. And of course this made it ever so easy for You to not just get me to accept 100 strokes of the cane across my poor bare bottom…but to BEG for it. I begged for it, even as I quivered with dread, fear and the absolute certainty of an extremely painful and difficult corporal punishment. Yes, Mistress, I begged for You to cane me…and to cane me hard…so that I could earn that genuine submissive reward…something that many would find to be terribly demeaning, but which I was willing to suffer to experience. I begged You to cane my poor bare bottom with terrible painful stripes of discipline, just so I could worship at the feminine temple of Your exquisite bottom. In order for a privilege some would consider dubious at best (kissing ass), I was willing to sacrifice the flesh of my own ass to the wicked punishment of Your whippy cane. To the tune of not less that 100 strokes. So I could with the most sincere submissive reverence, plant adoring licks and kisses upon Your perfect derriere and utterly enslaving anus. YOWEEEEE! Talk about the power of seductive dominance, Mistress. You have it in spades. But of course we both know that. And now You have this brief report on it, too. Yours, frederick
Hello Ms. Louise, Thank you. I am glad you got a kick out of that brief review. I had to cut myself off though. Due only to time constraints and because I wanted to try to keep it around two pages as you had requested. But I gave awful short shrift to the penile sounds and the saline infusion thing. Also, I never mentioned sleeping beneath your bed -- but maybe because that does not really qualify. I actually wanted to do that, I think. But only until I had been there a couple of hours. Haha! Also, I have since recollected one scene with another male slave of yours. Was his name George, maybe? Slender, older guy. I think he may have been the one who drove from IL, even when you were in OH. -- Anyhow, you had us nipple clamped to one another and we had to do a tug of war like that. You also made us compete for enema retention. (BLUSH!!!) Really humiliating and I never my personal desire to interact with other males. But certainly memorable. Certainly an example of obedience focused solely on YOUR wishes. I am sure there are more. But of course I came to love submitting as YOU wished as opposed to simply having submissive fantasies enacted. We did plenty of that, too. Especially as our interests converge so well. But the real learning, the real serving, the real obedient submission is more accurately measured by those examples where I only wanted to obey to win your dominant approval. I knew from our very first encounter that if i was a good slave and proved pleasing and amusing to you, that obedience to YOU would be deeply gratifying, even if it occasionally meant performing things never to appear on personal fantasy lists. After all...what I needed and still need is Female Domination, not fetish or fantasy fulfillment, right? Love to You for that, Domina. Yours, frederick
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