Worship Ms.Nicole

For as many times as I have been disappointed by the behavior of one of My playmates, there have been just as many, if not more times when I have been extremely pleased.

I adore: respectful behavior (of each other and of the dynamics of the relationship) , unquestioning devotion, obedience, forthrightness, honesty, communication, and one who knows his goals and what he wants from the relationship.

He is willing (and desires!) to yield himself to the authority of the person with whom he has placed his trust — Me. After all, I am the one who has guided him for so long, taught him, encouraged him, and even corrected him when needed. There is a level of trust and respect which should not be put aside so easily — if the relationship is at all worthy. If it ever was, I don’t even see that being an issue. To have someone go against all the things we value can be annoying, frustrating, maddening, and even downright hurtful (depending on the circumstances). On the opposite end, to see one uphold those values can bring such joy and pleasures to both parties. To watch someone bloom under My instruction is truly a pleasure.

He knows what he has and where he was before, and he makes a conscious decision to do the right thing. His respect has been earned (as it should be) and he has trusted Me with his utmost secrets and desires, as well as his need for instruction, direction, and control. And he knows he needs that control. That control and guidance has been his directional beacon, his compass of sorts.

Still, there are times when he may slip (purposely or by nature of human error) and fall back into old habits, question what is required of him, and maybe even become downright disrespectful. He may resist all attempts to reel him back in, ignore the subtle persuasions and hints, and even ignore the situation once it has become a fully unpleasant. Pride sneaks up and does terrible things. This doesn’t happen often, and when it does, it is quickly rectified (most of the time).

He knows that the constant demands made of him, the praises for when he does well, the rewards, and even the punishments, are all with purpose — They reinforce the relationship and also serve as a type of ding to his brain, a little reminder of what needs to be done, why it needs to be done, and how it needs to be done.

Keeping the level of respect high, understanding why the superior female does what She does, allowing himself to wield to Her authority, Her training, and to Her advice, leads to a positive and productive relationship for both. Not only does he become more productive for himself and his outside endeavors, but he also becomes even more valuable to Her.

It may take some convincing, but there are ways to redeem yourself if you’ve been bad. There is always the chance of a reprieve, if you prove worthy, AND you make up for your transgressions, AND prove your allegiance and assure future obedience, of course.

The ultimate punishment is to deny the thing you want most…and though a reprieve may be offered, it won’t be offered forever. Think clearly about your choices and be manly on your follow-through. Don’t be a slimy worm who slinks away eating dirt. Yuk.

But most of all…

Be a man of your word and stick to your oaths. If you cannot do that, do you think you deserve the same courtesy from Me?

Definitions of reprieve on the Web:

a (temporary) relief from harm or discomfort

suspension: an interruption in the intensity or amount of something

a warrant granting postponement (usually to postpone the execution of the death sentence)

postpone the punishment of a convicted criminal, such as an execution

the act of reprieving; postponing or remitting punishment

relieve temporarily

(1494): To take back. Usually to the prison. Which is a good thing considering you were going to your execution.

Certain regulars love to give Me very personal information (whether on purpose, by a slip of the tongue, or through my sly interrogation methods). Our chit-chat often leads us into a discussion about the goodies I have on him, and he wonders if I would ever use it against him. He expresses a great fear about his girlfriend, wife, colleagues, friends, etc. finding out what he does with Me….and the things I make him do alone. Yet he gives me more information. And then he screws up. Oops. It seems fairly benign — An exchange of information in return for fulfilled promises, and I get to keep the key to the dirty little lock box containing all the perverted secrets…or something like that. But really, that’s a lot of power to have over someone. Think about it.

How damaging would it be to you if someone had information on you? What if you failed to follow through with your responsibilities, and there was an information leak? What would you do to keep your secrets safe? How far would you go to keep everyone you know from finding out about your kinky activities and all the freaky things you’ve done? What would you do to keep from getting caught?

Would you stick to your end of the bargain, or would you push the envelope a bit just to test the person keeping your secrets safe? Would you toe the line, or step over it a bit just to see how far you can go? Would you take the bit of the rope given to you, or would you take more…just enough to hang yourself? What would you do?

Would you call and beg for forgiveness? Would you email and ask for another chance? Would you offer a token of regret, something to get you back in good graces and keep your secrets safe… or would your pride just let it ride?

If you had a slip, made a mistake, or even totally fucked up –

How long would it take you to submit (again) to your desire to be controlled by Me and just accept your punishment for disobedience, to admit (again) that you need the life control, the mind control, the cock control, and to admit that the sound of My laughter is something you miss.

You need discipline and control. You have asked and begged for it. When you are petulant or even in denial, when you’re trying to do it on your own, when you’re being ignorant and silly by pushing My buttons, you set yourself up for failure. Don’t do that and then get ill over the consequences!!

Don’t be surprised by the consequences of your own stupid mistakes. It’s not My fault you’re a dumbass sometimes.

And then there is this: I know.

Even when you’re silent, I know exactly what’s in that head. You may not admit defeat, but you know that, in the end, you’re the loser if you choose the path of resistance.

Fighting against something you want and need is silly and arrogant. If you had the self-control to do it alone in the first place, you wouldn’t have ever needed Me. What a paradox, huh? Again– Think about it.

But you know, I’m slowly starting to not give a fuck, and My generosity is running low, as is My patience.

Eventually, there comes a point of no return. Would you choose to back up before stepping over that line, before moving into the finality of knowing you’ve pushed too far and will forever suffer for it? Or would you give in to what you want and need, to do the right thing for yourself, and to admit to and make up for your rebelliousness?

What would you do?

A regular caller who has been out of town finally returned, and today we had a nice long chat.

He wasn’t available to call Me right away after coming home from his trip, and I was little curious why he couldn’t. He explained it today. *lol* It seems that his domineering ex-girlfriend came over to his place and wouldn’t leave. He didn’t want her there, yet he couldn’t get her to go home. LOL!

It makes me wonder if she’s not gaining some of that control and power he wrestled with for so long. We’re going to have to work on that. As long as Mine stays Mine, it’s okay, but I really don’t want to see him slip back into old habits. I’ve worked so hard to get him where he is! *hehe*

I decided to give him a little reward simply because he always follows directions, AND he makes Me laugh.

Not only are we going to have a “fun” call on Friday ( he gets to dust of “F” and have a little fun!), but I also sent him some pictures. Just a little tease, but I imagine it was enough to make him get on his knees and beg for Friday to arrive. I bet he’s dying to bite that tomato (he knows what I mean by that, don’t you “b”?)

Want your own pics of Me? You’ll have to earn them!

“you” will respect Me at all times by:

• addressing Me in the proper manner
• following through with all assignments and tasks
• keeping your call appointments
• not arguing with Me
• practicing obedience
• completing every punishment I assign to you, diligently and with recognition that I am in control
• admitting that discipline is something you need
• acknowledge that I am a superior female
• submit to My will
• you will worship Me at all times
• remember– your submission to My will is a natural course of action due to your “situation” (whatever it may be) *wink*

If you fail on any of the above, then you’re doing something wrong and are subject to a humiliating reminder of this, a very unpleasant experience.

If you feel the need to rebel, send snappy email replies to Me, not do your punishments, or any other act that shows you have forgotten your place in My life and why we do what we do, then perhaps we need to discuss new terms or simply discontinue our relationship.

Any type of bad behavior will not be tolerated. You’re grown men, not teenagers. I don’t deal with one-minute phone sex wankers who are just looking for a quick stroke and an easy way to jerk-off. I expect more from you, My select few.

Let Me rephrase that — I demand more from you. If you can’t hang with Me and My demands, then feel free to let go of your rope. Better yet, how ’bout I just cut you down?

Just a few days ago, I decided that I would collar one of My regulars. He practices obedience, always suggest new ways he can worship Me, tributes Me in ways that are not only beneficial to Me, but also very fun, he concedes that I am superior, does not resent his submission, practices discipline (until I give him the “ok” to let loose), and is always willing to hand over control to Me. He knows that I know best. Rarely does he rebel or try to deny his own submission. He’s a good boi! I have a picture of him with his new collar on. Notice the charm I thought it was quite creative.

Recently, he took a trip. When he told me about his travel plans, I suggested that he make an attempt to find a r/t Dominatrix. We agreed that he would do this and then call Me. We assumed there may be somewhat of a language barrier, and that prediction turned out to be true. Luckily for him, that language barrier got him a lot more than what he originally bargained for. But I don’t think he minded. Read his story (his own words) here:

After a long talk with Ms Nicole the conversation ultimately came to my travel plans.

Ms. Nicole told me that she had a task, project if you will, for me to try and do while in a certain city in Central America. Ms Nicole new approximately the amount of time I would be there and it made me nervous and I thought to myself what I have I got myself into.

I asked Ms Nicole what she had in mind for me and she told me that she would like to see if I could find a Dominatrix while I was there and if I could that I should call back to the States and let Ms Nicole direct her in what she should do. I told Ms Nicole that I didn’t know if it would be possible to find such a lady and if I could how I would be able to call her after getting everything arranged.

Ms Nicole said do the best you can, Ms Nicole can be so understanding. Well as I took off from the airport into the wild blue yonder I thought that I would get a little sleep until we landed but I just kept thinking about how to find this Dominatrix when I got to my destination. Over and over I could not get it out of my mind how to ask, who to ask? I mean you just don’t walk up to a lady and ask for that kind of thing.

By the time the plain landed I was about to ask the flight attendant what she was doing that evening or was she heading back to Miami I mean she was kind of domineering telling me to put my tray table up and my seat back. But I thought better of it and kept my mouth shut. I got through customs grabbed a cab and went to the hotel all the time looking for the lucky lady to fulfill the task and knowing I had to do this between my work.

Also not letting anyone that I new see me. This was going to be tough. I checked into the hotel got to the room waited there while everyone else that I new was checked in and went down stairs and told the front desk I was not happy with the room and got back in a another cab and went to the Hilton on the beach. Once there I got a room and unpacked. This way I would not be interfered with by anyone while in search of the Dominatrix.

I went to all of the meetings that night and in the morning went to where our group was. Put in some time and when I thought I would not be missed I left back to the Hotel and my other mission. I new there was a place where the ladies hang out looking to make a few pesos from the gringos so I went there first found a good spot and got a drink to sooth my nerves maybe a half a bottle later they were pretty well soothed and I had the opportunity to interview quite a lot of the local ladies.

It seemed that the all had the same thing on there mind. “You want happy time?” “I make you real happy.” One after the other it seemed like they all had a one track mind. Making happy time. This was not what Ms Nicole had wanted and I was not any further along on my second day. I took two or three back to the hotel checked them in. You have to check them in over there with there ID and pay a fee for that. My fees were getting kind of steep. This same scenario went on for a couple of days then on the third or forth day I went to another bar near the ocean and started with a few beers when I notice three very pretty girls on the other side of the bar. They were talking to the lady bar tender and laughing having a good time. Well I thought what the hell I’ll buy them a drink.

I asked the Bar tender what the girls would like she went and asked them and came back and told me Jägermeister shots. WOW it was only around 2:30 PM that high octane stuff I must have bought them 10 rounds of drinks. I kept waving to the girls to come over but they smiled and stayed put.

Finally I got up and moved half way to where they were and asked them to come over which they all did. They kept right on drinking every shot I bought them. As we spoke I asked all the things you ask girls what part of town are you from what work do you do, are you a Dominatrix? No I didn’t ask that.
Finally it was getting late and I asked would you girls care to come to my hotel. I could not believe that they could still walk. They all laughed and said lets go. Vamanos.

Got to the hotel went to the room and they immediately got room service to send up drinks and food all the while flirting and laughing. They were feeling no pain.

I thought now one speaks enough English to understand Ms Nicole and now I just have to get Ms Nicole on the phone. 7PM here well the girls didn’t even let me get that far they started taking off there clothes and also mine and thought I would like to see a show and started doing things to each other and making me do things to them. It was awful hard work trying to figure out whose leg or arm was whose but my orders were to serve the women so I obeyed what ever they told me to do. it was pretty wild but probably not exactly what Ms Nicole had in mind. They would go down on each other then tell me to do things to each of them then they would get on me all the time kissing each other like little acrobats It was difficult but I did what ever they wanted. About 2AM I took them down stairs and back to where they were staying. Driving back to the hotel I felt that somehow I had failed Ms Nicole and hoped she would understand that the culture there is so different that it is hard to find that special someone who can take control in that meaningful way. But I tried.

PS
Ms Nicole i have purchased the collar as you requested and i am wearing it as i write this and send it to you. i did as you told and i have to say it makes me feel so owned by you.

I’ve seen the pictures from this adventure, and I swear, the girls are absolutely gorgeous. Beautiful faces, very sexy bodies, gorgeous hair…..just spectacular. That being said, in the first set of pictures he sent to Me, it really looked like one of the girls had either a super-huge clitoris or a penis. He swears to me it was just a misplaced part, and that it looks like something else because of the angle. I believe him….mostly.

It’s too bad that his search for a Dominatrix didn’t pan out, but he was a sport and suffered through the pain of being with three women at once. Poor thing.  Haha!  Judging from the pictures, it looks like he had a great time.

He’ll be near Me next week, and we already have plans in place to get him a real-time session. This time, he won’t get off so easily.