What is the worst thing I’ve done to a slave as a Mistress? This is a question I’ve just posed to myself right this minute because I think before I point my finger at others I should first point it at myself. I can say this about myself, I didn’t do anything to any of my slaves that they didn’t specifically ask for For example, a toilet slave finds himself at my femdom resort, 35km from the nearest convenience store, deep inside pineapple crop mountains and dense forest way off Google Maps. He’s strapped into my vertical shit feeding machine in the bottom chair trying to come to grips with his throat and tongue not being able to function because of the dentist’s anesthesia that’s been applied to the whole area. For the next hour he endures Patty fucking his throat balls deep for the purpose of gaping the throat cavity so wide that it cannot contract thus leaving it as a hollow tube – a conduit. Through that conduit my shit will pass, unabated, from my stomach to his. As he’s experiencing that which he’s read about for the first time his body begins to convulse as his brain tries desperately to reject the passage of feces through his esophogus and his defense mechanisms cause him to spasm. For a moment, he thinks he’s going to die, but because I only feed in 10 second bursts he’s once again able to gasp for another breath of air only to have the conduit filled again and again until the transfer of matter has been completed.
Awful, right? Well ya but, this is why I only accept applicants who have purchased and read my book Under Her: A Manual for Surviving my Human Toilet Slavery and have correctly answered my questions in our email conversations. An email address that he can only get access to at the end of the book he bought. So I know all the conversations I have with my applicants when I open that gmail’s inbox are life and death kinds of discourse, know what I mean? They are conversations of the most serious nature – what needs to happen on my end and on his end to survive the 30 day experience as my toilet slave. For this very reason, I won’t consider anyone who’s tried to begin a discourse with me any other way. The point being, that though what I provide is the most ungodly horrific experience known to man in the specific art of toilet slavery – we both go into the extended stay with a full understanding and acceptance of what is about to happen once the slave arrives here at the resort. More importantly, if at any time the slave wishes to leave – he is absolutely free to do so and I will give him back his travel documents, his wallet, his cash on hand and I will even arrange for my driver to pick him up and take him anywhere he wants to go – paid by me.
So I suppose I need to refine the question. It should ask: What is the worst thing I’ve ever done to an unwilling slave – something that I did against his will and wouldn’t stop even upon request?
Nothiung.
Never once have I used my power as a Mistress like that. Nor would I ever. I could have though, and that’s what I think I need to address first – the absolute power one has as a Mistress over any long time serving submissive male. You might scoff at the words absolute power but I use those words without exaggeration of any sort. When I say absolute power I do indeed mean the full extent of the word absolute and I’ll tell you why that is. I would say the vast majority of Mistresses out there do this job for one reason only – to make a quick buck. Get the slave booked, drop into the Mistress role for an hour or two, colllect the money which is more than most make in a day, kick the slave out and go on with the day. Slaves know this, and would the supply and demand curve not be so heavily skewed to our side slaves would no doubt complain about the quality of service – but they can’t. Because the truth of the matter is that for every Mistress willing to train, there are maybe ten to a hundred thousand slaves applying for said training from her. The result being – the most shallow experience in the realm of female domination and submission one could imagine.
So, the rare Mistress who is either not concerned with money as the bottom line or isn’t bothered by the hours she has to put in to work is offering something so rare that she can truly set her own rules for said experience – no matter how outlandish said rules may be. Or, as I’ll get to in the ppv portion of this blog, they may be unwritten rules – only revealed to the slave when its too late and he’s in too deep. So like, here’s a hypothetical. Let’s say that a Mistress requires you to hand over your passport, your id, your credit cards and all else in your possession that identifies you as being you. And she holds a little burning ceremony where she tosses them into the fire and requires you to hold her hand as you watch the symbolism of your old life burn away – or so she tells you – what are you going to do, say no to her? Considering you were lucky enough to be the one out of the thousands she could have chosen the fact of the matter is that from your perspective “luck” has really shawn down on you and you’ll probably never get to experience a moment like this again so ya – you hand over all your posessions and watch your old life go up in smoke – willingly. I’ll say this – if you’re half way around the planet from your own home when this is happening right before your eyes, a guest in her country, and the only means of returning to your shelter is g0ing up in smoke, you better know beyond a shadow of a doubt that this Mistress has your well being in mind. Because if she doesn’t – your life is on the line.
So how well do you know this girl who purports to be a Mistress huh? Truly, ask yourself what percentage of your decisions involving this girl have been made with deeply thought out common sense and how much on pure faith? I can answer that for you.
In my nearly fourteen years as a Mistress I’ve handled I’d say around ten thousand emails – maybe more – from applicants such as yourselves looking for something more, a deeper experience than what is available out there. From those thousands upon thousands of emails I can still count on both fingers the number of appliants who doubted every word and every moment – right up until the moment we parted ways. They’re so rare, these types of people, that my experiences with them stick in my memory like glue. For what its worth – they’ve all been either German or Italian, save for an American – right Steve? 🙂 and an Australian – right Dan? I know you’ll be reading this so there’s your individual call outs!
The thing about Steve and Dan and Hans and Helmut and all the others is that at the end they all found me – crazy as I am – to be at least genuine. They’ve all admitted so, begrudgingly probably lol. I would encourage more of you to be as skeptical as this handful of submissive intellectuals were because I’m going to tell you the very personal story of what happens when you’re not skeptical and you fall into the hands of the wrong Mistress.
And thus the title of my story that I’ve borrowed from The Shining.
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