I don’t recall how I met this guy on MySpace. I really don’t. Anyway, he begged me to be his Mistress, to show his little friend how a real Mistress acted. I don’t know what made him think I was a “real” Mistress, but he did. After several times of his pleading, I agreed to be his online Mistress, for a price. He proposed $50 a week. I agreed to this amount, with the understanding that an occasional bonus of gift would be expected. I set up a PO Box in a town I occasionally traveled through. I thought this would totally protect my true identity.

Now knowing what I was doing, I researched the web and came up with a few ideas. I knew was a little into cross dressing, so I ordered him to wear women’s panties all the time. Once he spent a long weekend with his male friends at his cabin. He wore women’s panties all weekend, with his toenails painted as well.

I made him suffer some discomfort by making him place coins or other items in his socks and walk around like that all day. I made him jerk off in a coffee cup and drink it. These things started to bore me so I started some CBT (cock and ball torture). I made him tie up his cock and balls, tight, with rubber bands and send me a pic. If it wasn’t tight enough, I made him do it tighter. He then was ordered to drink 2 quarts of water and wait for my permission to release himself. I usually kept him bound like that for around 2 hours. Some time I would make him drink his own pee after he was released. Sometimes I made his go to the post office and mail my weekly tribute while bound. Sometimes I had him pull the fore skin over his pecker and tape it up so he was “captured”. Of course I made him send me a pic as usual.

Once when we were chatting he begged me to roleplay with me. I had some time so I agreed. I made him cum of course and demanded he send me a bonus, which he did. He sent $50. Once I made him go home, still bound up and cook and eat dinner that way.

I had him buy each of us a cell phone. I would text him during the day and give him orders. He always kept the phone under his balls. Once I made him wear the phone under his balls all evening. I called him while he was eating dinner 3 times. The next day he told me his wife told him he looked distracted during dinner. Gee, I wonder why!!

One time his wife was to be away for a few days. He has a log cabin tucked way back in the woods. No electricity, but very private. We both spent a few weeks thinking and planning a visit for me at the cabin. He told me there was a large beam in the center of the cabin, suitable for hanging a slave from his wrists. The cellar was dark and damp, like I imagined a dungeon would be. I told him he would be spending a lot of time, locked in the dungeon. Lol.  I told him I was going to bring my girlfriend. We would really dominate him and make him wait on us hand and foot. I even wrote him a story about our time in the cabin for a week. He said he dreamed of being naked and bound, being led around the property by his owner. He said he also dreamed about being tethered to a car, while the car was driven up and down the long wooded driveway. It would have been fun dominating and torturing him for a week, but I chickened out when the time got close. I felt really bad about “leading him on” but I just did not feel safe alone with him, even with my girlfriend there. I thought he would be really mad at me but he wasn’t.

After about 4 months of being his online Mistress, he had sent me over $1,000. I started to feel very guilty about the money. Not so much that I was depriving him of anything, but his wife and family. I told him not to send anymore tribute. Actually, I told him I would accept one more tribute, and that was it, so make the very last one a good one. He became a little bummed by this, saying that giving me the tributes made him feel owned. Being owned was an expression he used often, thanking me for “owning” him. When he sent me the tributes, he usually wrote a short note, thanking me for owning him.

One day I got an email from a Domme he tried to friend on Myspace. I told him I was furious that he contacted another domme, even though I really didn’t care, and to send me a punishment tribute. I told him to send at least $250. This was actually a test, to see if he would send the minimum. He sent the $250. Cheap bastard.

Eventually our sessions became longer and harsher, until I ordered him to buy a shocking type dog collar. I saw a clip on YouTube of someone shocking themselves with one and I thought it would be fun. I wanted to be able to shock him using my phone. This actually worked well. I would have him tape the phone to his collar and when I called him he would get shocked. Sometimes I would call several times within a few minutes, then other I would make him wait for an hour or more  

Once while we were chatting I told him I want to know what it felt like, to be shocked. He text messaged me that he would use it on me and called me a slut. Well, I flipped out. I told him I was NOT a slut and demanded he apologize and send me a suitable tribute for his punishment. He sent me $200.

One time his wife was gone for a week and I had him to myself all week. The first night I had him go to him bedroom, upstairs, wear panty hose and tape his legs together from his toes to his thighs and send a pic. When I decided he had done a good job, he was to put the phone under his balls and finish taping himself up to his waist and hand cuff himself. I had ordered him to put the key to the cuffs down stairs on a kitchen chair. He was supposed to set the alarm clock for midnight, but he forgot. At midnight he was to try to free himself by slithering down stairs to the key. He was supposed to call me when he was free. Well, he never called. I was a nervous wreck. It turns out the phone was dead. He forgot to charge it. What a nitwit. He did get free after an hour and a half of struggling, which is about what I figured. What a night. I was already planning ways to deny ever knowing him because I thought he was dead. He is almost 60 and I thought he might have had a heart attack. I almost had a heart attack just thinking about it!!

Later that week, during one of our “shocking session”, he asked me to send him outside, nude, and leave him outside until I decided he could come in. I left him out there for an hour. Later he complained I was not harsh enough. I was tired and went to bed. Next morning I get a text message the says he can not please me no matter what he does and that he is leaving me. I flipped out. I sent him a message and really laid into him how ungrateful he was and that my desires should always come first. I sentenced him to 5 hours in his “cell’, really a play house in his back yard. He was to be naked with butt plug up his ass and hand cuffed in front. He eagerly agreed to this punishment. It was cold and rainy that day. I made him stay in the cell for 2 hours before I let him come inside. He promised to never let his needs come before mine again.

A few weeks late his wife was planning another trip, leaving him alone. He told he would give me $1,000 to come to his house when his wife was gone. When he said that it made me feel like a hooker. I refused and told him I was online only. He got a little mad I think. He asked if I really needed the money, but I told him I did not. I think he would have sent it I told him I really needed it.

The very next week, when his wife was back home I had him in his room, naked and on his knees, wearing the shock collar. I would call every once in a while to shock him. The next night was Monday night football. I had a plan. He was to wear the collar while watching the game. I was to keep score with my phone, shocking him with every score. My plan didn’t work so well. He refused to do it, some thing about not being able to wear the collar in front of his wife. He must not have a TV in his room. Anyway, I get a text message saying “BYE TEASE ADIOS”, the some other garbage about me just using him for money.  I told him never to contact me again.  He said he was drunk and asked me to forgive him. I told him being drunk was no excuse to talk to his Mistress that way. Once a slave talks to his Mistress that way, I figure it is over. He begged me to forgive him, but I just could not after his outburst.

Well, that is the end of my career as a Mistress.

04.12.09