Can Anyone Satisfy My Tastes???

REPOST FROM AN OLD BLOG ENTRY ON ANOTHER SITE~ An old read for some, new for others… enjoy

The following is cut and pasted from email conversation between Myself and a slave who shall remain anonymous. Needless to say, he NEVER came thru for Me~~ his eyes were bigger than his stomach, so to speak.

*SLAVE*
You can be super nice, just not to me, that is how I would love it. Love someone worthy treat me like shit.

*ME*
The dark circles under your eyes…are those scuff marks from a woman’s shoe?
I’d like to grind the tip of my shoe into those eye-sockets… scuff out that imploring look on your face…

*SLAVE*
Yes Mistress, I am unsure if I even deserve that kindness Mistress.

*ME*
you most certainly don’t deserve any contact from Me.. ..your dog deserves better treatment than you!

*SLAVE*
I seek to be something less than a dog for you Mistress.

*ME*
I wish you to be a bloodthirsty tick on a dog’s back.
I wish you to be a blind white maggot on the freshly disemboweled mouse carcass my cats played with this morning.
I wish you to be all these things and more.

*SLAVE*
I wish you could make me nothing less Mistress.

*ME*
you are so pitiful, I cannot resist the urge to spit to rid my mouth of this phantom flavor of swine and dust.

*SLAVE*
Yes Mistress, I would drink your spit like fine wine.

*ME*
You deserve nothing that has been inside me.
Not even my spit wad on the ground.

*SLAVE*
Yes Mistress, if you wanted me to I would eat every meal out of your toilet and treat it like a five star meal Mistress.

*ME*
It would please me to witness you kneeling on My cold tiled bathroom floor waiting to be served up a heaping, steamy load of dogshit from My toilet.
I should like to firmly rest the sole of My boot against the nape of your neck whilst you gobbled it all up.

*SLAVE*
Mistress I have eaten dog food more than once to amuse a Mistress.

*ME*
READ IT AGAIN!
You don’t deserve dog food!

*SLAVE*
Yes Mistress hope you have a big dog Mistress.

The Next Day…

*SLAVE*
I love the new picture. It would be an amazing feeling to cook a world class meal for you only to be tossed into a closet, stored untill I eat dog shit from a toilet.

*ME*
ooooooooh yeess!
you can cook! a point in your favor!
I would love to torture you while you cook for Me…
For starters…
I could strap raw onion slices to an eyepatch and make you wear it while having to dice garlic.

*SLAVE*
I love garlic and any torture from you would be a blessing and a pleasure. I would enjoy suffering for you Mistress.

*ME*
yes, ok…
I’ve thought a bit more about this…
It would please Me enormously to be entertained by you!
The eyepatch~~ how wonderful it would be to force you to construct it~~ after all, why should I have to touch the onions??!!
You, My pet, must slice the onions and stitch them onto the eyepatch, yourself…
However, you must do so while having a bulb of raw garlic inserted into each nostril and you must be in a dark closet~~ not to be let out until the task has been completed.

*SLAVE*
Now that is amazing and cruel Mistress.

I was growing bored and impatient while waiting for My onions to be sliced~~ and then, finally…

*SLAVE*
Yes Mistress they are done and I have been waiting for a very tearful hour locked away untill I am needed.

*ME*
only an hour!
for that you shall wait a few more!
tsssssssssk tsssssssssssk!!!
however, now I insist that you stand up straight~~ no sitting down~~ with your arms outstretched in front of you….
until I am ready for you.

*SLAVE*
Yes Mistress I will stand as you seek me to serve.

*ME*
what part of you hurts the most?

*SLAVE*
My eyes, and the muscles in my arms that are above my arm pit slightly Mistress.

*ME*
I’m going to let you out soon.
But first.. I want you to drop your arms.. drop your whole body to the floor and kneel in front of the platter of onions and breathe deeply for about 15 minutes… nice long deep breaths.

*SLAVE*
Yes Mistress I will suffer for you Mistress.

*ME*
Snort that rancid garlic from out of your nose, you disgusting, stinky, wretched MESS!!! Gather up the onions and bring them into the kitchen.
Take out the Saran Wrap and cover the onions and put them on the counter~~ I don’t want to smell them until they are cooking. Now, My little slut, tear off a large piece of that Saran Wrap and wrap it around your head… around and around and around until you almost cannot breath….
Kneel down when you think you cannot take anymore…

*SLAVE*
Yes Mistress. I kneel before I am sure my face is bright red as I gasp thru my plastic prison trying fruitlessly to beath. I kneel begging with my eyes waiting for your orders.

*ME*
Is your head spinning? Do you feel weak?

*SLAVE*
My head is spinning and the world looks dark and fuzzy Mistress.

*ME*
My pungent, odiferous little maggot~~ the world IS a dark and fuzzy place~~~ but don’t fear, I won’t let you cross…
Get up and walk to Me with your head hanging down.
DON’T look at Me.
I’m going to stick my thumbs in your mouth and tear just enough of the plastic wrap for you to breathe… after all, I need you to finish dinner…
So, what is it that you are making for Me tonite?

*SLAVE*
Thank you Mistress for the gift of breath. I will never look at you without permission. I seek to cook any what ever meal will bring you the most pleasure as I know I am not deserving of it.

I had left a comment on his guestbook about having just raked some leaves and I wished to put him in a hefty bag and bury him under the rotting leaf pile.

*SLAVE*
Wow that was an awsome comment.

*ME*
pfffffffft.
that was nothing.

*SLAVE*
Honestly even the thought of being bound and left for dead under leaves makes me feel like a true slave.

*ME*
at first I was thinking you ought to be dressed in a suit made from Hefty bags…but I think black rubber is actually more attractive.

*SLAVE*
My starvation and diet treatment would help me look very good in tight latex.

*ME*
have you ever eaten dirt?

*SLAVE*
Not since I was a kid.

*ME*
do you know there are people who compulsively eat dirt?? they crave it.. scientists/doctors say it is from some sort of iron deficiency or something… I find that fascinating.
Would you eat dirt if I asked~ I mean, told~ you to?

*SLAVE*
Do you mean daily?

*ME*
yes, I think so.. I saw it on a Nat’l Geo. special.. dammit! now I have to go look it up or it will drive Me nuts!!!

*SLAVE*
If eating dirt daily would make you happy then I would.

*ME*
did you look it up?
Would you take pictures of yourself eating the dirt?

*SLAVE*
I live in a concrete apartment building, Do I even have dirt?

*ME*
hahaha!
Buy some, bitch!

*SLAVE*
ok

A few days later…

*ME*
do you work for a dogfood company?

*SLAVE*
No why?

*ME*
because your bio says you can supply a lifetime’s worth of dogfood…

*SLAVE*
How many cups are in a 5 pound bag of dog food, costco shit is only like 5 bucks for 5 pounds

*ME*
Don’t take that tone with Me you disgusting, worthless, scumbag!
You don’t even deserve costco shit ~~ if anything, you deserve ground up cat vomit and sour milk!

*SLAVE*
Yes Mistress

*ME*
So anyway…
I want you to eat the dirt.
I want you to eat it out of a cereal bowl.. the nicest, most prettiest bowl you can find.. with an oversized spoon~~

*SLAVE*
Yes Mistress

*ME*
For the record, it’s called Geophagy

A week passes and I have yet to hear of this maggotfaggot eating dirt for Me… it seems that he must either have eaten it and contracted some horrible sickness, or has not eaten it and is too scared to tell Me….either way… I’m NOT impressed by being ignored!

THIS is pathetic!! Totally hypocritical~~ he who claims to be so in want of an extreme slave’s lifestyle tells Me this now:

*ME*
did you eat the dirt?

*SLAVE*
Honestly I thought you were roleplaying, I didnt think you wanted me to. I guess, I am stupid.

*ME*
Yea, I guess you are stupid.
This is not a joke or a game (on My part).
I don’t enjoy having My time wasted.

*SLAVE*
I am sorry, I really enjoy talking to you so much Mistress.

*ME*
Oh DO you?? I thought I enjoyed talking to you, too.. HOWEVER, it seems that only ONE of us was taking it seriously!!!

*SLAVE*
I was taking it seriously, I am sorry you think that Mistress.

*ME*
Mmm hmmm…
tsk..tsk..tsk…
You’ll have to make it up to Me, somehow… use your cunning wit to figure it out and DO NOT ask Me for advice on how to do so, and DO NOT message Me until you have found a way to make it up to Me…you’ve got until monday.

*SLAVE*
Mistress,
This is the recipe I would cook for you if I could be your real life slave. It sounded good myself but we both know in real life toilet water and dirt would be my food. I hope you get a local slave to cook it for you.

1 small to medium Savoy cabbage (can substitute regular green cabbage)
1 mango, ripe but not too soft, peeled and julienned
1 red pepper, julienned
1/2 cup cilantro, chopped
3 Serrano chiles, seeded and julienned
1 medium carrot, shredded
1/4 cup seasoned rice vinegar
1/4 cup lime juice
1/4 cup orange juice
2 tablespoons sesame oil
Salt to taste

*ME*
Seriously? that is your lame attempt to *make it up to Me*??? You send Me a recipe for some sort of salad that would promote gas, bad breath, heartburn, and possibly the shits ??? What the fuck is your problem?? You must have been dropped on your head at birth …what is your IQ?

*SLAVE*
I guess not high enough I am sorry, I wish you the best experences with your in house slave. When I first talked to you, you told me you were not looking for a realife slave, as you have one. That is why I thought this was just some entertainment for you. I am sorry Mistress, you are amazing and brutal, and thats a great treat in real life.

*ME*
I said I was not looking for a REAL TIME slave as I AM MARRIED. I have many online slaves that I converse with on a daily basis. Some are more devoted than others. Some tribute, some don’t. I never asked, nor expected anything from you, but I enjoyed our conversations as you were the most extreme and I thought, most intelligent…but I digress…
Evidently, I am wrong.

*SLAVE*
I also enjoyed conversations but I have a real life unfortently and cant mass distrube pictures of me eating dirt and in an online releationship making that kinda commitment. Online is online, I enjoy talking to you because its you not to try to get hard. I dont want to get hard, could care less about that. If I had my way I would be a eunuch. You stimulate my mind and soul not my penis.

*ME*
OK wait.. lemme get this straight… you have a profile that says you want an extreme slave lifestlye, yet you can’t *mass distribute* (who asked you to do that?) pictures of yourself eating dirt.
I asked you do do something and take a photo.. for Me.
I don’t think that is such a big deal ..
You have 2 separate profiles.. who and what are you so afraid of? do you really think that anyone gives a shit if some guy posts a pic of himself eating dirt on myspace????? seriously!!! wear a fucking mask for christ sakes!!!
now i’m really pissed.
way to go.

To sum this up.. Slave stated he would not speak until spoken to, and My reply was, “Au Revoir cochon!!!”
So, is there anyone out there who can satisfy My tastes????

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