Our last session together has been boiling in my mind; I can’t stop thinking about it or you. You took the dichotomy, the dialectic, the paradox of us to a whole different level. You keep me in balance and you put me in my place while simultaneously disorienting me and making me want what I have and what I can never have.
When you asked me dismissively if I thought that my masculinity was important to you your tone of voice was dismissive and cruelly amused. Then you proceeded to deconstruct my masculinity as you have before but with more exactness and little mercy. While I was fucking myself in the ass you sneered with a disgusted tone that I wasn’t sexy but rather ridiculous. You got excited about me getting fucked by a man in front of you. You said you were going to pond my masculinity out of me.
After I had boasted about talking to the barbers about my upcoming “date” you took apart my manliness by slaughtering my hair. You kept saying how unsexy I was but then mentioned that just maybe, your pussy had gotten wet. I was totally lost. Most incredibly, when you looked into my eyes and stared until I began to actually feel as if we were having a moment of love and entanglement; your eyes suddenly narrowed And you slapped me in the face. Perfect.
I was so humiliated, so completely dismissed and ruined and yet so excited that when I got home I had an explosive orgasm. I don’t know what this says about me I don’t know where this is going but what I do know is that you, as my Mistress Creator, can be humiliating me, hurting me, taking away my masculinity and sometimes taking care of and showing me affection; this all feels like love. Thank you for being concerned about me; your worry that I may get hurt is both gracious and salient. However, I would ask you not to worry because despite what pain of loss may be in store for me; I will never regret falling in love with my Mistress Creator.
Just read this note from Slave #3, Creature, as listed in the title. I found myself growing fearful, maybe even a little terrified with each new sentence but alas, could not stop reading. Somewhere between doubt, fear and anxious hunger to be brought out, my skin shivers and my blood races to fill my boy parts so undeniably that only my foolish ego fights what is so obvious. There are more days than ever now where I think I will never be whole until I’m finally dressed in lingerie and not just made or forced but indeed shown and encouraged to let go completley and be the slutboicuck my nomenclature so adequately describes me. I love what your post and courage does for me slave #3 and thank you Mistress Katherine for the ability to freely comment.
I appreciate your response, Slutboicuck. Creature is very courageous, indeed, thank you for saying so. Enjoy your journey. 🙂