| Jul. 5th, 2005 @ 05:27 am Life gets better as time goes on |
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Current Mood:  loved
And ain't that the way it's supposed to be? A lot of people would shake their heads bewildered if they knew I was a divorced, 49 yr old part time man/part time sissy owned, yes, you heard right, I said, OWNED, by a girl half my age who lives eleven hours away, by automobile, in the wonderful city of San Diego. But, to be perfectly frank, I don't give a rats ass what they think. There are some that wouldn't even try to understand and write me off as another lunatic or what have you. People are free to voice their opinion and they will. All I ask is that they be respectful of my desires, of the method in which I choose to live my life, and, if critical of my lifestyle, to please read this first: I am a proud american, have paid my taxes since the age of six-teen, have NEVER been unemployed longer than 15 days straight, sweated my balls off (almost) operating the boilers on a US Navy helicopter carrier while serving my country for 4 long years, obeyed the laws of the land (most of them), am extremely friendly, generous, warm-hearted, am the kind of gentleman you'd want your daughter to bring home (well, I was, hehe) and I don't bother anyone. Still critical? Thats fine, just don't be harsh and leave me be. And there are those that will welcome my decision to crossdress and be owned by a young dominatrix miles and miles away. I will salute these people for standing up for what I not only want, but for what I need. We don't need to understand, we just need to accept. Why can't we all just get along? I'm not gay, I have no desire to be gay and I don't know any gays, but I won't rule out having a gay (or lesbian) friend. Why should I?
Now about whats transpired the last few days. I left my mistress, the wonderfully talented, and I mean talented, Isabella Valentine. Seems I let my impatience get to me and I basically disrespected her for stretching her much needed, mini-vacation, by a whopping ONE WHOLE DAY, and I moaned and bitched and whined my sissy head off and made such a fool of my sissy ass that I couldn't live with myself and called it quits. After all, if she didn't dump my ass (I later found out she was close to doing just that) then I wasn't going to take the chance of me throwing another fit like that in the future. She is a Princess, a Goddess, a Mistress, AND she's a beautifully talented artist, a beautifully gifted phone sex operator w/class, a wonderful woman with a beautiful personality, and did I mention she's beautiful? Well, she's all those things I just mentioned all rolled into one spunky adorable little package.And she owns me....again. Life coudn't be better. Well, it could. Just one little thing. "Isabella, honey! Oh yoo-hoo, Mistress! Could you PLEASE just loosen these ropes just a little? I PROMISE I've learned my lesson. Whats that? Not yet? A little longer? Oh, Ok. Princess, ok. Thank you, Goddess". Well, it seems this time she wrapped me around her little finger super extra tight. Kind of a punishment, I think, and it's pretty uncomfortable but it's what I deserve but it's not all that bad. I am, after all, right where I need to be, nice and snug, too, but.....why are my....lips turning blue? "ISABELLA!!! just kidding, hahaha. More on coming back, later.
Ok, now I wonder, how many guys out there who are critical of me, who are in a rut, stuck in a blah-blah marriage, jerking off in the bathroom despite having a sex partner, who have a secret desire to explore their feminine side, who secretly wish they could paint their own toenails, can still be critical of me now, after what I've said? I love Isabella but I've don't ever expect to have intercourse with her even if I someday manage to find myself in her presence. But she gives me something, as a male submissive, I need. I can serve her here in my home and if I'm lucky enough, someday, in her home and if she so desires to allow me to masturbate, then I will, if she doesn't think I need to, then I won't, but having a woman dominate me is what makes my life complete. Sure, it would be MORE complete if I lived as her full time sissy maid and I don't think she would rule out the possibility right now of that someday happening or I might find another dominant woman to live with and serve someday but until and if that happens, I will be owned by Isabella and I will serve HER like a good slave should. Having already described her, who couldn't love a girl like her anyway? I challenge anyone to find a better woman than HER! But I'm getting ahead of myself here. I need to explain what transpired before I was graciously allowed back in Isabella's world. But now, it's almost 7AM. Time to shower and get to the laundry matt. YUK! If only it was Isabella's laundry! Then I'd be happy to do it! Lets see, mens clothes and sissy clothes again. The laundry attendant always gives me a funny glance or two but she hasn't asked. Ain't her business anyway! hahaha Tune in next time for more of this top quality, non-fiction, true-to-life, enjoyable, reading material, eye candy, as the life and times of 'britney, the cute 'n' sexy, financial sissy slave' continues. Love ya' all, britney.*kiss* |
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