The Secret To A Clean House...

...is to have a submissive 23 year old boy do it while I flog him.  

He just left and my floors are SPOTLESS.  He came in, I had him strip down totally naked, and under my instruction he swept and mopped the kitchen and bathroom floors and vacuumed everywhere else.

His reward was being tied to my bed and flogged.  First, I made him get on his hands and knees on the bed and secured his ankles, legs wide apart.  I flogged his ass, back, and the backs of his legs.  Then I tickled him with a feather tickler till he was twitching.  My favorite part was when he was on his back and his dick would raise up every time the flogger came down on him! 

At my instruction, he got himself off and came on himself.

He took a shower and left.  

Wow, I'm a little high on endorphins right now.  I like this.

Am I Being Served?

As I sit here waiting to hear from the one straight guy I still enjoy fucking, I wonder what's next in my world?

Damn ex-girlfriend left me wanting the kind of connection that we had.  The chemistry, the fearlessness, the trust.  But with her it went too far; we should have frozen our relationship as it was before we declared girlfriend status, before love.  I was perfectly happy with that.  

Now I find myself searching for someone who isn't afraid.  Someone who can let go and lose themselves in the experience for the short time we're together without hesitation or expectation or suspicion that the other person wants more.  If I can do this, there must be others who can too.

There are new rules.  You flake on me one time, you're fired.  You become a pain in the ass, texting me all the time before we even meet, you're fired.  I don't hesitate to tell you exactly what I want and when it's not working.  Which brings us to the girl in my last story.  One simple text and that's done.  Huge relief.  No more sitting around wondering what they're thinking, stifling my feelings so I don't make them feel bad.  Fuck that. No more wasting my time with someone or something I don't want.  

I'm very much looking forward to meeting a new trans girl next week.  She's super sweet and adorable and I have a little crush on her.  I'm laughing to myself as I write this, thinking that everything seems great when you first start out.  We'll see where this goes.  

Oh and I may have a "slave".  He calls himself that and refers to me as "Mistress" or "Goddess".  I love this.  What's better than receiving a text in the morning that says "good morning Goddess"?  Finally people are treating me with respect!  This particular guy wants to clean my house, worship my feet, serve me in whatever way I desire, even monetary gifts.  His first assignment is to bring me a bottle of red wine when he comes over.  It's the least he could do to show respect and appreciation for the privilege of serving me.  

Oh, and I am going to flog him.  

The stress release when you flog someone is unbelievable.  If I could do this every day I'd be the most zen person around.  

More tales of flogging and my future trans girlfriend coming up soon...