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iviloberol -> Declaration for Goddess (1/5/2010 8:17:03 AM)
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My name is Mark Shaw. I belong to GODDESS MARQUESA. Today, I listened to “Interrogation”. I am a retired international banker. I worked in many cities world-wide including London, New York, Edinburgh, Rome, Karachi, & Bangkok. I also visited regularly most of the capitals of Europe & the former Eastern [Soviet] bloc plus Africa, & the South Pacific. My hobbies include reading [history], classical music [incl opera & ballet] walking, chess, & cookery. Regretfully, I have no particular talents or abilities which might be useful. I adore women. Since my wife died in 2000, I have searched for a powerful woman who might be prepared to use me as her slave [both sexual & practical]. Alas, I am 70 years old & present nothing of interest to any potential dominating woman. I do not seek any binding relationship [unless some commanding woman should desire it] but I crave the interactive relationship of female control & dominance – someone on whom I might lavish affection & respect. I fantasise about my former role as a submissive slave to my wife. As she gained confidence & shed her inhibitions, she used me extensively for her physical & mental gratification. At first, I was horrified & tried to persuade her to change, or at least modify, her behaviour. However, it was she who prevailed - & I became her increasingly obedient & servile creature. Her cruelties both mental & physical seemed to draw me deeper into her thrall, & I realised I loved the act of obedience itself rather than the sometimes-awful things she made me do. I performed all the household tasks as well as submitting increasingly to her demands for my self-abasement. For her, I wore a weighted slave ring on my testicles & she often made me wear a chastity device for months on end. She also made me wear a collar round my neck [& on one occasion insisted that I show my collar to her female friend. Often in public, she would make me [I always wanted to obey] perform small acts of public submission. She often made me eat left-handed to ‘remind myself’ I was under her control. Her simple rule was ‘ten to one’ – she required ten collective climax experiences [invariably multi-orgasms] always from my lips & tongue – never penetrative sex - to my single orgasm. I was never allowed to climax [always under her hand or device] unless my tongue was on her clitoris. She delighted in finding fault with my domestic or social deportment & ‘punished’ me in sexual-sadistic ways. She always offered me an alternative punishment, leaving me to choose which humiliating or painful experience I would endure. Some of her punishments were truly disgusting......... Now, I am still obsessed with an adored, loved, worshipped, dead wife. I shall never be free - & in truth – I don't want to be. My greatest wish is that some dominant woman might deem me worth training to her requirements. I had [& now even greater] a fetish for women’s legs, breasts & vaginas. My wife loved high heeled shoes & boots. She was taller than I [over 6 feet] & in high heels she towered over me. She was full breasted & loved having her nipples teased & tortured [tight cords & clips] & loved to do the same to me. She loved bondage [as - now - do I]. My perennial fantasy is being used as a ‘pleasure chair’ lying under my mistress with my tongue in her vagina, my hands massaging her breasts & nipples [roughly if instructed] as she either masturbates me manually or uses an electric stimulator on my cock & balls. She made me wear a ‘humbler around the house – it made movement painful & slow. I loved being completely under her control. Fortunately, she was not really interested in whipping or beating, but she loved tight bondage & when I was thus helpless, she would sit on my face for hours – reading or just enjoying my helplessness at her mercy. Every morning, before we left for work, I performed ‘routine’ which was to lie on the bed [or floor] & kiss her vagina – often to a climax [which never counted in her ten –to-one requirement. I loved doing that. I dream of it still. Slave Mark
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