It's been three weeks since my vanilla friend decided he wanted to submit to my dominate dark side, and again I will admit it has been better than a pocket rocket on a roller coaster.
This boy has taken every command I've eloquently issued, watched every delicious, filthy frame of femdom porn I could list for him to view and review, and has probably edged my personal initials around his cock head in triplicate. Yes, he's learning, and loving his new found submission with addictive passion.
He has once again traveled out of pocket today, and I left him with a naughty little RL task to roadtrip his cock to.
I love inspiration, I adore knowing that the tick of my watch might bring a certain number of duties for a boy to take into hand.
Three oclock on a clock might me different things to certain folk, but to me, 3pm means cock time in my world. Three oclock is always the hour to touch his cock, think of me doing heinous acts of debauchery to that troublesome appendage inside his trousers, at 3 he must find a way to touch his cock. I care not what he might be doing, speaking to, or where he is. Three means Mistress, and of course he is instructed to tell me where and how he did it.
Today is no exception. On the way to his out of town destination, he must touch himself when he sees a mile marker on the highway, that alone seems like a fun task for a fella, but he will be giving himself a nice wank for every mile marker while in a heavy gauge, chrome weighted cockring. He will feel the weight on his person, feel the seductive chrome against his flesh, and struggle to keep it on during the four hour destination drive.
He is instructed to stop every hour, find a rest stop of some kind, get out his Stroke 29 cream, and stroke my entire name, letter by letter, then put his naughty cock back in his trousers and travel forth. While he is driving, he will be listening to a cd I personally burned of me, his loving Mistress speaking to him and masterbating with a new Hitachi wand. He can not cum, not until I have him in my clutches again, and my live voice is in his filthy excitable head filling him with temptation.
I can't wait to read his homework journal.
Wickedly yours,
A Dominion Domme.
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